A/N: From 4x24.
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"You alright?" Jane heard Lisbon say in a concerned tone as she sat down beside him.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied flatly. "Never better."
He could tell Lisbon didn't believe him.
After a silent moment, he reached feebly for her hand, clasping her warm, delicate fingers in his, exhaustion making his movements clumsy and awkward. Lisbon clutched his hand in response.
Dust clouds billowed around them as a police car sped past.
Still, Lisbon held his hand.
Jane didn't know how long they sat there, wordless and motionless, their only contact their fingers and palms.
But he didn't really care.