Once they finished; Henry watched Jo drift off to sleep. He scooted closer and rubbed her forehead next to her hairline affectionately. He thought back to when they were in a victim's bed; waiting for gas to flow into the room, and she turned to face him with the biggest smile on her face. She asked why he was so obsessed with death, and he wanted so desperately to tell her what he was. He remembered the longing way she looked in his eyes, and how gorgeous she looked sprawled out across the mattress; taking off her gas mask. Her silky hair parted perfectly, and cascaded onto her shoulders like a chocolate-y waterfall. He remembered her reaction just before, when he told her they were going to gas themselves, and he recalled how her smile lit up the room. He was in love with her. Even back then. He was so close to plopping back down on the bed next to her once their masks were off, and kissing her. But he had work to do, and stayed focused on the task at hand; trying not to show that she'd gotten to him. They'd always had an amazing energy.. He could practically see their sparks on occasion. This meant now that they were together, things may get out of hand occasionally.. Just like they did at work. But, he didn't mind. She made him feel passion. It's not as if he didn't feel passion before. He did. But this was a different type of passion. A type of passion he hasn't felt since he and Abigail were young and in love. He knew the passion would fade again.. Along with Jo.. But he wanted to live for the present. He laid there nearly an hour; compassionately stroking Jo's forehead as she slept. She eventually stirred awake and stared up at him. "Hey," she whispered. "Hello," he smiled; kissing her forehead.
