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[trenchknives]

[Jimmy hasn't been around much in the last couple of days. There's a good reason for that, a damn good one, and he's about to make it known. He looks tired, worn down, maybe even a little sick as he turns the communicator towards himself to begin recording.]

I died.

[No preamble, no explanation for the moment.]

I died, 'n I don't know what to think about it. I don't know whether I could've done anythin' to stop it. I don't know why the hell I had to come back to life.

[He rests his chin on his hand, sighing.]

All I know is I could sure use someone to talk to right about now. Or drink with. I ain't picky.

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[trenchknives]

I get it, okay? I know what you're sayin'. You don't gotta justify yourself to me.

[That much, he can understand. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her closer, turning that hesitant snuggle into a hopefully more secure one.]

You can stay as long as you need to. I ain't about to kick you out.

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[anunluckypenny]

Okay.

[She's willing to believe that he's not just saying that to make her feel better, and this--this is nice. It's safe. Jimmy gets it (whatever it is), and he cares. He'll keep her safe. Penny relaxes into him, finds his heartbeat reassuring.]

Thanks, Jimmy.

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[trenchknives]

No problem, kid.

[He doesn't exactly mean to, but he finds himself drifting into... not sleep, exactly, but something close. He feels content, and happy, and relaxed, and for all the complications that may arise out of this, he can't bring himself to think about them right now. When he wakes up a little, maybe, but not now.]