She made no move to get under his blankets, or to even consider shifting her new clean clothes, or to apologize for the fact her hair was likely still half wet. That if anything, her skin was probably chilled more than warm, given it. Laying down on the edge and looking at him,w watching her, with those eyes. Dark and distant, deep inside themselves, half-forgotten, of more remembered-of-the-forgotten, than self.
Continuing to speak of things so casually and with so much concern. Apologizing, with such an ease, that did not come normally. To her as someone else, or maybe. Maybe, because to that someone else he would have. In another world, a lost life. His actual family. The ones who never even knew he was dead for those hours, and whom she didn't know if were frozen where he left him, or missing him, and not knowing of the few hours of the worst.
"Yeah, well," Jo said, reaching out, after a labored second of deliberation, and brushed back his hair from his eyes and his cheek. Fingers gentle against the illness and blanket piled warmed skin. "We can't all be perfect." Even if Jo would settle for anything, anything at all, right now, so long as it was still this. Warm under her fingertips, voice rusty and sleepy in her ears. Alive, alive, alive.
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Date: 2016-12-05 03:38 am (UTC)Continuing to speak of things so casually and with so much concern. Apologizing, with such an ease, that did not come normally. To her as someone else, or maybe. Maybe, because to that someone else he would have. In another world, a lost life. His actual family. The ones who never even knew he was dead for those hours, and whom she didn't know if were frozen where he left him, or missing him, and not knowing of the few hours of the worst.
"Yeah, well," Jo said, reaching out, after a labored second of deliberation, and brushed back his hair from his eyes and his cheek. Fingers gentle against the illness and blanket piled warmed skin. "We can't all be perfect." Even if Jo would settle for anything, anything at all, right now, so long as it was still this. Warm under her fingertips, voice rusty and sleepy in her ears. Alive, alive, alive.