Cat's in the cradle...

[fallen_april]

April is oblivious to the large number of people who are supposed to be dying soon. She's humming and sketching. A baby's hand in a mother's. Two sets of hands on a pregnant stomach

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[sensi_doctor]

JD walks down the stairs, unfortunately, not oblivious to the many dying people, because of this, seeing April is so incredibly relieving for him. He collapses next to her, leaning against her, and looking up at her with an expression that can easily be compared to a kicked puppy.

"Hey."

[fallen_april]

April doesn't even ask. She just sets the sketchbook aside and wraps her arms around her.

"Hey, you." She kisses his hair.

[sensi_doctor]

"What'cha drawing?"

He's not quite ready to bring up all the dying, to bring that kind of paint to her, but he knows that he needs to, because he needs her right now.

[fallen_april]

"Um..." April flushes. "Nothing. Just... stuff. Doodles."

It's embarrassing. A little bit. And just... one of those thing that she doesn't like admitting to.