"A while," Jax says. He gives her a closed look, one that tamps down on months of grief and longing. He doesn't tell her that he'd shown up with a hot Springfield and Barosky's corpse wearing matching slugs. Of course they'd missed each other–she'd been going about her life and he'd shown up in Darrow and been pipelined into jail.
He can't say it's not where he belongs.
"You're..." he stops himself because what if she doesn't know? Tara can't imagine what it had felt like to cradle her body, to sob and feel the coldness, the chance of reconciliation snatched away.
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Date: 2016-08-28 03:41 am (UTC)He can't say it's not where he belongs.
"You're..." he stops himself because what if she doesn't know? Tara can't imagine what it had felt like to cradle her body, to sob and feel the coldness, the chance of reconciliation snatched away.
But by God, she's alive.