Lana's Cottage, Thursday evening

[sensitivejim]

Jim was like a ninja. Okay, a ninja still favouring one arm, but a ninja nonetheless. He had been torn when he woke up alone yesterday morning. In pain from sleeping on the couch, but with the very, very nice memory of falling asleep with Lana in his arms. Grumbly that she slipped out, but mollified by the note

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[dark_innocence]

Lana had been returning home when she saw Jim at her doorstep. She stood quietly, head tilted to one side and waited till he turned, knowing he'd have to see her when he did.

[sensitivejim]

Jim froze. Really, he should have known she was there, but since the whole place was covered in her scent, a little bit extra hadn't even registered. He offered her a smile. "Hey, Lana . . ."

[dark_innocence]

"Hey," she said and nodded towards the flowers. "For me?"

[sensitivejim]

"Yeah." He bent down to retrieve them again, stepping towards her and holding them out. "Happy Valentine's?"