She brushes back the hair away from his face as she gets settled in next to Sam for the long haul. A soft kiss is pressed against his temple, glad that his skin feels far less feverish than it had some hours before. Her fingers find the ones Sam's wound into her shirt and Jessica smiles.
"If this is a dream? You're so stuck with us. Not going any damn where."
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carisma_sensei
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Date: 2015-09-15 03:07 am (UTC)"If this is a dream? You're so stuck with us. Not going any damn where."