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Hotel Room *handwavy*, Monday Morning
Oct. 4th, 2010 11:47 amJack hadn't expected much from Emma after their run-in with Adrienne. He'd stayed with her, taken her shopping, talked of nothing. He assumed she'd tell him more about her sister when she felt like it, or never.
His curiosity about the Frosts was itching at him. Sometimes, even when it was important, it was hard for him not to treat people he cared for as potential witnesses.
Perhaps especially when it was important.
She'd stayed in his hotel room that night, and now it was morning. He stroked her hair, trying to decide if they should go off the island again today.
"Are you awake?"
[OOC: For one, NFB.]
His curiosity about the Frosts was itching at him. Sometimes, even when it was important, it was hard for him not to treat people he cared for as potential witnesses.
Perhaps especially when it was important.
She'd stayed in his hotel room that night, and now it was morning. He stroked her hair, trying to decide if they should go off the island again today.
"Are you awake?"
[OOC: For one, NFB.]
