Nearly twenty minutes after the time Henry had told Jo to be at the shop, she was startled by his..clammy..hand on her shoulder. "Hello. Sorry to keep you waiting," He said; giving her a peck on the cheek, and stepping past her to open the door before she even had the chance to complain. "Did you just.." She began; eyeing his virtually nude body up and down. "Fall off a bridge? Yes," he finished; unlocking the door, and letting them in(as Abe pulled away.) -He had been right in the middle of a match of gin with Marco and the gang(Henry had suggested that Abe make himself scarce this evening) when his father called him to pick him up.
"I'm terribly sorry, I never intended to be out so late. I haven't even started our dinner, and I.." he rambled: his face riddled with stress. "It's okay. I get it. You died, which I know must suck.. If anything, you should be relaxing right now," she responded; stepping in front of him to block his path as they climbed the stairs. "But I.." He argued. "Shh. Do you trust me?" She interrupted; pressing an index finger to his lips, before taking his hand, and leading him towards his bedroom. "Yes," he sighed; Jo shoving him down onto the bed. "Then how about you let me help you relax?" She grinned; having him lay down so she could crawl on top of him. He marveled at the way she seemed to fit perfectly between his legs. "Okay," he grinned; his innocent smile gradually curling into a smirk. Scooting to the edge of the bed; Jo removed her shoes and coat, and then turned around to see that Henry had somehow already stripped down to just his boxers. He sprawled out across the bed on his back once again, and she crawled beside him; laying on her right side with her head resting on his chest. -After a minute or so he saw her close her eyes, and he smiled warmly. -She wasn't suggesting they have sex earlier. She was offering to snuggle with him.
-He thought to himself that he'd never seen her act so sweet.. Or appear so.. vulnerable. From the look of overall contentment on her face to the way she'd snuggled so close to him.. He could tell that she does enjoy his company as much as he enjoys hers. She truly didn't care that he didn't have dinner for them. She just wanted to spend time with him.. And despite the fact that he died, and was still slightly on edge, this put him at ease. "I love you," he said; hoping she'd play along. "I love you more," she murmured; his heart fluttering. "No. I love you more," he argued; giving her a peck on the top of her head. "Not possible," she yawned. -It'd been a long day, and at 8:30 at night, they both knew they were in jeopardy of falling asleep. "Will you stay?" He asked; beginning to affectionately rub her back. "Yes," she nodded; falling asleep in his arms soon after.
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