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01x07: New York Kids

He doesn't know how to feel about this case. About a boy who couldn't live with the guilt of killing another person. But that's not his main concern. He's worried most about the fact that he was okay with the fact to be shot in front of Jo just so she wouldn't be hurt or worse killed.

If she hadn't overcome her stupor he might have actually been killed in front of her. He had known that, had made the decision consciously.

What does that mean?

He's more than relieved that this worked out, but he knows, deep down, if the same situation arose again, he'd act exactly the same. Henry knows he cares about Jo Martinez. He likes her knack for sarcasm, the way she smiles or wants them to get to know each other. He likes that they have drinks together or that he can invite her over for dinner without it being weird.

He hasn't really bothered making any friends for a long time. Things with Abigail had probably only worked out because she'd been persistent. But friends? It's been long. Now Jo Martinez is his friend and he cares about her. He trusts her. So much that he would have shown her his secret if he'd needed to. If the situation had required it.

They are walking down hall now. His arm has been checked out and his wrapped up.

"I understand Tyler's friends brought in their lawyers," he says by way of conversation.

He can hears her disappointment as she answers. "Vehicular assault. It's not even manslaughter. They'll do a few years, and the worst part is I don't think even one of them lost a moment's sleep over what they did."

Using his healthy arm he gives a small shrug. "Yes, well, in the heat of any moment we all have our instinct for self-preservation." He takes another step forward, noticing she has stopped.

"Yeah, but it's the choices we make after those moments that count, right?" He stops at her words, his back to her.

Somehow he has the feeling her next words are easier to hear with his back to her.

"You know your self-preservation instincts seem non-existent," she continues and well, there it is. What is he supposed to say?

That they indeed seem non-existent because he doesn't need them? Because he won't die anyways?

Or that he would rather die instead of letting something happen to her? They are both things he definitely will not say to her. They are either inappropriate or too dangerous for her to know.

So he stays silent for a second, but Jo doesn't drop the subject.

"Henry, look at me," she demands and because he is a polite guy, he turns around, a bashful smile on his face.

"Don't ever pull another stunt like you did at the gas station, you understand?"

And suddenly there's so much concern and care in her gaze that it makes him feel shy. Logically he knows pretty well that Jo cares about him. She wouldn't be as nice to him otherwise. But to see those feelings shining in her eyes are quite another thing and it tingles in his chest.

So he nods and smiles shyly, which vanishes out of surprise when Jo rushes forward and hugs him tightly.

"Please be more careful, Henry," she mumbles against his neck and her breath touches his skin warmly. Her arms are wrapped around his neck and he doesn't quite know how this happened.

Henry notices his own arms have wound around her as well and they are hugging quite intimately in the middle of his workplace. It's strange but he doesn't feel the need to remove himself from the situation, so he simply lays his cheek against her hair.

If he's honest he's to admit he enjoys himself this close to Jo. He feels Jo's fingers playing with the hair at his neck which makes him hold her a little tighter.

When she finally pulls away, Henry almost doesn't let her go instantly. It shocks him so much that the step he takes away from her is actually larger than needed.

"Are we okay?", he asks, his voice rough and husky and now he just wants to remove himself from the situation.

Jo seems a little worked up herself because her face color is more bright and her voice sounds croaky too. "We're great. I uh am going home now. Goodnight, Henry." She smiles at him one last time and then quickly makes her way to the elevator.

Henry looks after her, still not quite sure what happened between him and Jo there a minute ago but he knows for sure something is developing there. What exactly, time will tell, he supposes.