It made sense in some ways, and Jacen understood her a lot more than he supposed he once had done. She was here because she wanted to be, in spite of how it must have appeared to others. They would see only the Sith, only the control he was supposed to have over her. How was she to say anything else?
On admittidly somewhat of a whim Jacen kissed her, proving a point perhaps but as he leaned in and as their lips met he wondered was she still uncertain. She felt for him, he'd known that for a long time, used it as he'd used her love for Anakin. But lately, it had almost been a comfort to him to have someone like her in his life.
Pulling away slightly but still tilting her chin, he gazed into her eyes trying to gauge something from her, anything. Oh she wasn't hiding it but he wasn't sure that he saw love. Not as he'd understood it. Perhaps then, they were something different. Something unique.
"Are you still uncertain? You have to know I care for you. Do I not show that to you?"