He offers to order in Chinese food, she snuggles back into her couch grabbing a throw blanket and watching him pace back and forth as he orders. She takes a minute to appreciate how cute he looks in his sweat pants, and his baggy t-shirt. It's hardly the time, but she can't help it. He's Jim, and although this is not how she imagined their first night in together at her apartment, she'll take it.
She'll pretend she didn't turn him down when he kissed her on Casino night, pretend he never left for Stamford, pretend there was no Karen, and they were settling in for takeout and a movie on a Friday night. She stares wondering how neither garment he wore ended up with any blood on them. She's glad, it meant he didn't have any excuse to leave for extra clothes. And if she was being honest she hoped he'd stay all night, not only because he was Jim and she wished he'd stay every night... for the rest of all her nights, but because she was honestly quite a bit traumatized and the distraction would be good.
He finished their order and joined her on the couch, this night was anything but normal, but sitting there with her felt like nothing out of the ordinary, like they did this every night, just the two of them enjoying each other's company. She was just home for him.
It made him think that back to earlier when she asked him not to leave, he said he wasn't going anywhere, and he meant it. Not just tonight.
He doesn't know where she stands, she turned him down once, but she also called off her wedding. That meant something right?