That night she spills her story, because it's the fair thing to do. She had read his file, so he assumed she must know everything about him. He was right.
They weren't enemys anymore. Over the past two months they had established a relationship, both of them unsure where it had started or where it was going. They even bunked in together, for God's sake
She is very honest with him and he appreciates it. However, she can't bring herself to share details about her sister. She'd always get emotional about the subject and tonight wasn't a good time to take a test on her strings. .
"You must'a been lonely." He sets his glass of wine down. She had expected questions, lots of it. But this was unnervingly different. She takes a gulp from her own glass before speaking again.
"I was." She stares down at her hands.
"Shit, Jules. I know it sounds like a hell of a joke, but when I tell you I'm sorry 'bout all the crap we put you through, I ain't lying."
"You did what you had to do, to protect your people at the time. I don't blame you for that, James." Her voice is merely above a whisper now. It did mean a lot to her, more than he could imagine.
"That ain't change the fact that I'm sorry for it now." It takes a lot of courage for him to lay his hand flat on her back. He, too, knows loneliness.
"I'm exhausted." She takes a deep breath and brushes her hand against her face, a gesture he's become so familiar with. She hadn't meant to say that out loud, but the wine has sent her into a mercyful state of dull- and carelessness
"Betcha not gettin' much sleep these days, wandrin' 'round the house all night."
She raises her gaze to meet his eyes, uncertain how to respond. Shit. He senses her unease and smirks.
"Ya know, Blondie, there's always a spot for you in my bed, in case ya get scared." Nothing in the world could have made her admit that she was thinking about it every night, just crawling into his bed, curling up next to him. She smiles back at him.
That night, when he holds out his hand to her after listening to her soft footfalls for a while, she takes it.
The second she climbs into bed and he breathes in her scent, Juliet's scent, he knows he was going to regret this. He would always come back for more now. Nevertheless, he is very pleased with himself when her rythmic breathing tells him she's asleep.
He doesn't even bother to try and go to sleep himself when he feels her fingers curling softly around his arm.