Date: 2011-10-22 10:17 pm (UTC)
tobeclosetohim: (Quiet Anger)





Jo sat there very still for very long seconds.



Then she leaned over, nudged him, but didn't sway back to her spot.
Listed. Leaned. Her lips pressed together, still looking forward.
Before her temple ended up against his upper arm. Resting there.


"We'll figure whatever's happening, then, Sam. Together."






Or she might have to take care of it.
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