rp][on the coldest climb//to the end of time//i'll be here... {for foundherwings}

[feel_theburn]

(Set the night before this.)

After his meeting with Jesse, and some time to go over plans with Sam and Fiona, Michael went home. He still wasn't sure what to make of Jesse or their talk. He wasn't any more comforted that Jesse wouldn't shoot him, but he could hope. He had to hope

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[foundherwings]

Jess was tired.

She had caught a case she was working around the clock on, and she was worried about Michael to boot. Tripp had told her to go home and take a breather, get some sleep, but she really wasn't in the mood to sleep. She just wanted to keep going. If she slowed down she would have to think about how screwed up things were at the moment, and she couldn't do that. Not without wanting to hunt Jesse down and put him behind bars herself.

She closed the door behind her and kicked off her shoes, rotating her neck a bit as she tried to calm down. "Michael? You here?"

[feel_theburn]

"In here," he called out to her. He was still standing in the dark kitchen.

[foundherwings]

She made her way out into the kitchen, flipping on the lights and looking over at him. "How'd today go?"

[feel_theburn]

He looked up and watched her a moment before nodding slowly. "It was okay. Jesse didn't kill me."