It's tragic. She shouldn't love doing that. But she does. It might even be a bit amusingly terrible. She closes the door behind Gabriel coming in, back against it, when she can't help a small laugh. She doesn't stay there. Trailing across the room toward him.
"Stop talking about the pizza. Seriously. The only person not done with the pizza right now is you."
The only thoughts Jo had about the pizza and the pizza box was that it was currently taking up two feet of space that she might have a better idea for the use of if it weren't currently where it was. Which shouldn't be so easy to think, with the door closed and the world cut off, but somehow it is.
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It's tragic. She shouldn't love doing that. But she does. It might even be a bit amusingly terrible. She closes the door behind Gabriel coming in, back against it, when she can't help a small laugh. She doesn't stay there. Trailing across the room toward him.
"Stop talking about the pizza. Seriously. The only person not done with the pizza right now is you."
The only thoughts Jo had about the pizza and the pizza box was that it was currently taking up two feet of space that she might have a better idea for the use of if it weren't currently where it was. Which shouldn't be so easy to think, with the door closed and the world cut off, but somehow it is.