Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Over all it's been a good weekend. The dance was wonderful, and weetiny adults were amusing and entertaining. Even if some of them did leave weird phone messages.

The overall good mood allowed her to forget about any weirdness, well other then being grateful that it didn't seem to have a lasting effect. It also let an unexpected conversation count as odd, rather then disturbing.

The door was open and Isabel could be heard occasionally singing along as she cleaned her room.



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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"How about I kiss it and make it feel better?" she asked. Touching two fingers to her lips, she gently brushed them over his shoulder. "There? Does that help?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"It does, actually," he said softly, and wrapped his fingers around hers, pressing a kiss of his own to the tips. "Thanks, Izzy."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Anytime," Isabel said quietly, squeezing his hand. "Anytime." She shifted, getting more comfortable. "You're welcome to hang out for a while."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"You don't mind if I just sit here like a big lump, taking up valuable real estate?" he asked, settling himself more comfortably with the obvious intention of going nowhere, at least for awhile.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Not at all. Besides, you're a comfortable lump," she grinned, resting her head against his uninjured shoulder. "Stay as long as you'd like."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I'm just so much furniture to you, aren't I?" Jack grumbled, but he didn't sound unhappy about it. He was quiet for awhile, but there was something he needed to say. "Isabel, about the dance."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Does a pillow count as furniture?" Isabel mused. Eyes closed, she squeezed his hand. "What about it?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Furnishings, I think," he replied absently, looking at their joined hands, and decided it could remain unsaid. "Nothing, just, I had fun."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I like my furnishings then." She wondered what Jack had intended to say, but decided it was probably better not to ask. They'd skirted too close to the line the other night, come too close to admitting things that were best left unsaid. She didn't want to take a chance of ruining things between them. "So did I Jack. So did I."