Talking (RP for Jenny)

[centerishome]

It was late. He knew it would have to be. In DC and in his life and probably hers, things are easier to handle at night. It's the only time one can obtain that particular brand of stillness certain conversations require. This one certainly would. Clarke didn't forsee it going smoothly but Liz and Jen were right. He just hoped Jenny would actually

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[on_jennys_terms]

It's late enough that Noemi has gone home. Alex is elsewhere in the house, leaving Jen to answer the door herself. She's pale, obviously still very sick, and wearing at least two sweaters. "All I ask is that you try to keep this short, Clarke," she says after a moment, followed by a nasty cough from the chest. And it's clear the coughing hurts; her lungs weren't up to 100% after her surgery.

[centerishome]

He can tell she's under the weather but he knows it's not merely the flu. "Yeah, I can keep it short. Can we sit down or something?"

[on_jennys_terms]

She shrugs slightly and moves out of the doorway. "That's fine, but I'd keep my distance unless you want to catch this," she says, walking into the house.

[centerishome]

He didn't comment on her warning, he just offered a slight nod, following her in.

He took a seat on the couch, holding his jacket (as he was still in work clothes, another clue that the well oiled machine was getting creaky) across his lap. He offered the barest of ghost of smile, waiting to see if she was going to join him.

"It's been a while since we've talked, for good reason."