"You are so bad at this." Jo chastised, even as she was grinning.

If her heart picks up a little, or maybe even a lot for a second there, when she decides to reach out and find the edges of his jacket and pull him toward her, maybe she hopes it just doesn't show, doesn't make her smile flicker even for a second, when she tilting her head and still talking. "So, let me get this straight. You've saved me from a bar, a bottle of vodka, a cat, and a dead pizza in your head now?"