"I know," she says, wincing because her throat is simply raw. But she does know now that he'll do anything he can to get back to her.
"I know you won't," she says quietly, clinging to him. "We need to sleep. You need something in your stomach first. PB and J?"
Before she can make it to the kitchen, the phone rings, and it's so late that she knows it must be Horace, and she knows why. Answering, she's quiet, but her side of the conversation doesn't leave much to the imagination.
"No, I don't need it." A pause. "He's home, Horace. He came home about half an hour ago, he's fine."
Juliet looks at James the next time she speaks. "Don't worry about the sub schedule." Then, she turns to finish the conversation, hanging up before going into the kitchen.
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"I know you won't," she says quietly, clinging to him. "We need to sleep. You need something in your stomach first. PB and J?"
Before she can make it to the kitchen, the phone rings, and it's so late that she knows it must be Horace, and she knows why. Answering, she's quiet, but her side of the conversation doesn't leave much to the imagination.
"No, I don't need it." A pause. "He's home, Horace. He came home about half an hour ago, he's fine."
Juliet looks at James the next time she speaks. "Don't worry about the sub schedule." Then, she turns to finish the conversation, hanging up before going into the kitchen.