Closed to
gollymiss-molly.
*
[Following Molly's
curious new fondness for alcohol and ice-cream, Jim figures it's time to reconnect before she drinks and self-loathes herself out of a job. Then she'd have the time to write on her new blog, drink, and eat pints of comfort food all the time.]
[Maybe Jim feels a bit responsible for that.]
[Or maybe he's just bored and he's had a Glee song stuck in his head for two days, reminding him of his short time as an ambiguously-gay boyfriend working in IT.]
[But there he is, lying on a gurney in the morgue with coffee and take-out, waiting for Molly to return from wherever she's gone off to. Probably the lab, he suspects. He frowns at the ceiling. Hopefully she hasn't already gone to lunch. The gurney's not wholly uncomfortable, but he does like to be dramatic and it'll be fun to reconnect with her from the position of one of her corpses. He'll be put out if he loses the chance.]
[He puts his arms under his head and crosses his ankles, making himself more comfortable as he waits.]