Jessica Jones & Johanna Mason
Johanna had spent most of the day trying not to break down and cry. Remembering her parents, her brothers, her sister... people whose lives she was responsible for the loss of... it reminded her of the girl she'd once been. The girl who'd been too stupid to realize when something wasn't honesty, too self-absorbed and arrogant to realize that her word wasn't the final word on something as important as what she'd rejected.
She'd spent a long time trying to think about what to bring. She'd finally settled on a book, for her little sister. A tiny potted tree, for her brothers and her father. Her mother had been harder, but Johanna had finally settled on a scribbled out copy of her favorite recipe of Rogue's. Her mother had been the cook in the family, and she would probably be proud of her daughter for not trying to cook.
She approached, setting everything down carefully. She smiled slightly when she noticed Jessica standing there. "Hey," she greeted casually -- it was obvious this wasn't exactly the other woman's thing, for some reason, and Johanna wouldn't push. But she'd at least say something.