She watched as he struggled with the memories, but didn't comment. She could tell he didn't want to talk about it, whether or not he was ready to, but she didn't want to push. To be honest, she didn't want to engage in any deep and meaningful conversations. She wasn't ready for that. Right now...she wanted to feel something real, something that wasn't heaven or hell or a nightmare or dream.
A smile slid onto Jo's lips at his words. "Well, it's chocolate, so I'm certainly not going to complain." She took another sip from the bottle, then glanced around for a knife. "Let's cut it. The smell is making me hungry."