If she could just get him to smile, just once, instead of having that look he was sporting now, that would be a thing to be proud of. Somehow he looked confused, his brow furrowed when it felt like his eyes came up to hers. Jo seemed to stop breathing only for that moment; she didn't think he had ever looked at her straight on, let alone looked her in the eye. It was strange. Was it progress? She couldn't be sure.
Jo set the fork on the plate, careful not to let it drop, and closed the drawer with her rear end. That was when Sam spoke again, which she did not think he would do. Honestly, half of her wanted to disappear as much as the other half wanted to never leave his side. It was strange. As he offered to leave, Jo shook her head. "You were here first." She said softly. "Watching the rain, deep in your own thoughts. I was the one who disturbed you. It's okay, I was going back to the couch anyway." She wanted to ask him to come along, it was way cozier in the living room, and they could watch TV and he could wrap himself in one of the comforters - for some reason Sam always seemed to Jo like he could use a blankie around his shoulders - but her instinct told her that might not be the best thing to do at the moment, and so she didn't say anything. Instead she offered him a slight smile.