|i_amsoaring (i_amsoaring) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2013-12-12 14:44:00
|Entry tags:||challenge: threadmas, hoban washburne, joanna harvelle, zz:status complete|
A morning in. (Jo, threadmas)
Wash was in Jo's living room with his cast leg propped on a pillow and his cast arm resting in his lap. He was out of the hospital. This was great. Watching Jo stoically mope was...well...not so great. Not that he could blame her.
Every once and a while he would take a sip of one of Maxine's boxed juice drinks. Grape. His slurping seemed to permeate the thick air of the otherwise quiet mid morning.
He stared at Jo, watching. Jo had nothing on Zoe's moping abilities, but she was definitely in the running.
"So..." he said, finally breaking the solace. "Wanna talk about it?"