Those first two words shouldn't contract in her chest, but they do, and for a second she's there, again. The wrong side of the room. The middle of a fight still. Doing the thing she swore she wouldn't. Using Gabriel for everything he'd offered to the bar -- to her, her so much more than it, as Merlin's voice reminded her over and over, she'd slipped too far inside of him, his interest of, control over -- staring at that fallen body.
Not giving a damn what burned, broke, or was used for that second.
If you were you'd be sleeping now, Jo wants to grouse, but it's not quite annoyance.
She hasn't heard enough of his voice yet. Blood and vomit, and long nights, and even whatever this is, this his illness, and this what this change happening between them, or happened long before and unknown by her, doesn't change that. And she isn't sure she can look at it head on quite yet. Not and him.
"Worry about it later, Thorfinn," Jo said, generally enough, as she opened the door. "Tomorrow, since you still have one now."
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Date: 2016-12-09 12:56 pm (UTC)Not giving a damn what burned, broke, or was used for that second.
If you were you'd be sleeping now, Jo wants to grouse, but it's not quite annoyance.
She hasn't heard enough of his voice yet. Blood and vomit, and long nights, and even whatever this is, this his illness, and this what this change happening between them, or happened long before and unknown by her, doesn't change that. And she isn't sure she can look at it head on quite yet. Not and him.
"Worry about it later, Thorfinn," Jo said, generally enough, as she opened the door. "Tomorrow, since you still have one now."