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Why is everything going to shit? That's all I wanna know. Kurt's gone, the pub's gone, Dean's apparently suicidal, I haven't heard from Wichita since before that bomb went off so I'm assuming the worst, and same goes for Sam. I can't dump anything on my Inmate because he doesn't deserve that, and I just feel like I hit a

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[Isaac had told Jo he would come sit with her, and that's what he was going to do. Despite all his problems, he generally wasn't one to break a promise or go back on his word. Hold off on things, yes, but he always got around to it eventually.

Sketchbook in hand, he made his way to Jo's cabin. He had swiped the book from the art room and had been doing some more serious sketching within its pages recently. He doubted that it was anything prophetic, but Jo has sounded too worried to be entirely okay when she spoke to him earlier and he hoped that it might ease her mind in knowing that even through the extreme withdrawls, her inmate's mental health had taken a turn for the better. He had been lucky enough to get a waren who actually cared and the least he could do was show her that her work thus far hadn't been for nothing. He knocked quietly on the door and stood back, waiting for an answer.]

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[Jo's paranoia flared for a minute, resulting in her hopping off the bed and just staring at the door like something was going to break in whether she answered it or not. It took a minute to shake off the feeling, but when she walked over and opened the door, it was obvious she was feeling a little edgy. Or a lot.]

Isaac, hey. [Well, this was embarrassing - there was a good possibility he could have heard her ranting and that... wasn't exactly ideal. And of course she was wearing his pants, of course, because that wasn't just the awkward cherry on the awkward sundae. She stepped aside to let him in, eyes falling downcast before she started to blush. Which was good though, because that made her notice his sketchpad.] Movin' on up from crayon doodles?

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[Isaac, quite honestly, didn't even notice that Jo was wearing the pants he had loaned her during that epicly freaky gender-swap flood. If he had looked more closely or been a little more perceptive, he may have noticed the familiar paint stains along the legs, but it just wasn't on his agenda today to be complaining about pants.]

Oh, yeah, onto handprint turkeys now. [He managed a grin as he brushed by an into the cabin. There wa obvious concern, however, in his next words.] How are you?

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Right on. [Jo was quick to shut the door behind him, not exactly hesitant to slide the chain lock into place either. Paranoia really did not look good on Jo Harvelle.] Been better? I guess. Just dealin' with a some crap I thought I left behind back at home. [There's a part of her that wants to get into it, talk about it, but she knows it probably wouldn't be right of her to.

She walked over to her bed, legs curling under her once she sat down.] I'm just hopin' there's some kinda port soon, that'll be the easiest way to get my mind off of everything.

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[Without invitation, he pulled up a chair opposite to the bed and settled himself into an awkward cross-legged position upon it.] I know what you mean. With all this stuff going on recently...just so long as the port isn't as pink as the last one.

[He fell silent as he glanced down, running his fingers over the cover of the book in his lap. It felt odd being here when he wasn't the one having a hard time. His appetite had remained at its decreased level, but his mental health was surprisingly good with all the chaos going on around him. He had nothing to complain about, and he really was wholeheartedly concerned about his warden. He knew what that type of worry was like. After a moment, he snapped his head up again and held out the book to her.] Here. I thought you might like to see some proof that I've been doing a little better.

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You can sit on my bed if you want, not gonna get weird on you. Unless you like sittin' perched like that, then whatever. [She's still going to laugh a little anyway, ducking her head down until he catches her attention again with the sketchbook. Jo takes it and settles it in her lap excitedly, now shifting around until she's sitting Indian-style.]

Definitely wanna see. You don't care if I just look through it? [Even as she's already flipping open to a random page-] Oh, hey are any of these... y'know. Psychic drawings? Or are they whatever comes to mind now that you're gettin' your groove back?

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No, I don't mind sitting here. [Truth be told, sitting that way wasn't uncomfortable in the least. He just looked awkward, a bit like one of those overly skinny dogs when they sit on their haunches. That's definitely not a comparison he'd ever make himself, though, and just smiled at Jo's reaction to his sketchbook.]

Nothing predictive, I'm sure. [He paused and tilted his head throughtfully, remembering somewhere in a distant memory how he had said the same words in a room at Primatech Paper and had learned only a few days later that he had indeed been drawing the future without even realizing it. What were the chances of that happening again?] Just...drawings. More like what I did before...everything.

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[Jo just nodded, turning her head different ways as she carefully looked through the pages. She couldn't draw or paint or anything artistic to save her life, so it all seemed really delicate to her, special, and when she peeked back up at Isaac she gave him a bright smile]

This is great! I mean, these are really cool, dude. Does this stuff just pop into your head? I can't even... I mean, I'm lucky if I can drawn runes and symbols right, let alone stuff like this.

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Thank you. [He smiled, happy for the reaction he got. He couldn't do anything about Jo's hellhound-related woe, but hey. He could at least do what was possible to help with it.]

Basically, yes. I just draw what comes to mind and hope it doesn't look stupid. [What is that? A laugh? WAS THAT A LAUGH? Yes. Yes it was.] It's not too difficult, really. Teach you sometime if you like.