Jopper Oneshots

Jacket [Fluff & Angst]

"Are you... wearing my jacket Joyce?" He smiled with an eyebrow raised. Her face was red, but maybe it was from the cold. She started to take it off, but he put his hand on her forearm. "No, it's okay, Joyce. It looks good on you, not to mention that it's freezing out here. I'm surprised that you have it?"

She looked away, her face hot with embarrassment. "I- it's... well... it's your jacket. It's been where you've been and it's just..." she trailed off.

"When did you..?" He wished that he could bite back his words when he saw the flash of pain and sadness in her eyes. It was obvious when she got it, he didn't even need to ask. "Hey... hey... Joyce... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- I shouldn't have brought it up." He moved his hand from her arm to her back and pulled her closer, hoping to comfort her a little bit. He looked away from her, upset with himself.

"Hop... no, you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't know. I- well, after... that night, I went to your cabin. I had to get stuff for El, you know. And I also grabbed some of your stuff... for myself. It was like a coping mechanism, I guess. I had your stuff and wore some of your clothes, and it was like... like you were here." She paused, her eyes shining as she tried to finish without crying.

"I wore this jacket every day. It doesn't smell like you any more, but it used to. It's warm and it's safe and it's you. And so wearing this was as close as I could get to having you with me." She looked away again. The first tear rolled down her cheek.

He tilted her chin back to him, forcing her to look at him. He wiped the tear away before planting a soft kiss on her lips. When they broke apart he engulfed her in a hug. "It's okay... I'm here now Joyce." She buried her head in his shoulder and sobbed, although she was happy that he was there.