Kate's hand slips from Jim's arm to his chest right below his ribs, his solar plexus, before she has time to realize she's doing it. It's instinctive, but whether she's protecting him from the van flipping on them or reassuring him here and now she's okay, Kate doesn't know or think about. What she does know is that when the wall shows Will sitting by a bed waiting for her to wake up, Jim's doing the same thing. He's acting like team.
"Hey." It's soft, more a sound than a word. Just I'm okay, before she's fussing with the damned bracelet up on the screen. Herusan promise band, and she's less freaked out than pissed off. "You have got to be shitting me." Engaged? To some guy she doesn't even know? While her family's getting ripped apart? No fucking way.
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Date: 2012-03-17 10:26 pm (UTC)"Hey." It's soft, more a sound than a word. Just I'm okay, before she's fussing with the damned bracelet up on the screen. Herusan promise band, and she's less freaked out than pissed off. "You have got to be shitting me." Engaged? To some guy she doesn't even know? While her family's getting ripped apart? No fucking way.