It was good to see her too. More than good. He'd missed her, more than he'd ever wanted to let himself admit. Especially since his sister had arrived. He'd never wanted to be one of those men, torn between two women so very different but both so very needed in his life. And Isabela was needed. He hadn't noticed or planned it, in truth, his wench had snuck up on him without his knowing. And now he didn't know if he could be without her in his life. And there was the side of him that just wanted to take her then and there and let her know that. That she was his and it needed to remain that way. Isabela was oh so giving in a way Cersei never had been. He rarely had to ask Isabela, she knew what he wanted from her.
Like now, honestly, he was fairly sure he just wanted to explain to her just what she meant in his life. But how to put such things into words when all he could think to say were words of hello that he had already exchanged with her. "It is good to see you too Isabela. I do believe I have missed you." he told her, moving into the apartment and focusing on nothing but the dark eyes of the woman before him. "I suppose there is a lot to say. A lot we should talk about and more apologies than I can count. I've been cruel to you, to the boy I knew was mine and...you know what's hilarious Isabela. It was finally a child, a bastard yes, but a child that could have been mine. One that did not have to have the name of another house, that did not have to believe it's father an oaf of a man that did not deserve what he had. ...Do you know, he's mine. Joffery, but he doesn't feel like it. Never has, probably never will, he's hers, and I don't begrudge her that but...Never mind. Cersei is the last person you want to talk about right now, am I right?"
Jaime took a seat, deciding between that and pacing, it seemed like the most appropriate choice.