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[learnwhatsreal]

Jenny had to admit, there was something oddly comforting about falling asleep next to Jason, her tiny body pressed against his. More than anything so far, she was fairly certain that had to be her favorite part of all of this. As much as she tried to act like she wasn't, part of her was undeniably still a little girl, and it was easier to settle

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[dickgout]

Jason sat up with an audible gasp, sweating bullets and reaching for the girl beside him. He knew it was Jenny, knew it wasn't Amy, knew nobody could have gotten in even if he'd just barely kept from setting up a trip-wire at the door.

But still, the first thing he did was feel for her pulse, right on her neck, one hand making sure she was breathing and warm. "Fuck," he breathed. "Jesus Christ."

It took him a couple more seconds to really figure out how much this could be freaking her out. "...sorry," he whispered.

[learnwhatsreal]

It was weird, but mostly, it just served to wake Jenny up more. Yawning, she rubbed at her eyes, shifting so she could sit up a little. "Jason?" she asked, voice still quiet, as she looked over at him, one hand lifting to rest where his had been, as if there were something wrong with her neck that he'd noticed. "Hey, look at me. Is something wrong? What happened?"

[dickgout]

Once Jason was done running his hands all over her to make sure she was okay, he just continued to feel more stupid. Relieved, but more stupid.

"You're okay, right?" he asked, just to hammer that final nail into the coffin. Ugh, terrible figure of speech to call up there, Stackhouse. "Shit."

[learnwhatsreal]

"Fine, I'm fine. Really, I promise," Jenny said quickly, hands up in a form of surrender. She leaned in towards him after that, though, lips curved in a concerned frown. She was okay, but he didn't seem to be. Trying to hold his gaze, she lifted one hand to run it back through his hair, letting it slip down to rest against his jaw, the touch nearly tender. "Come on, what's wrong?"