She smiled, a press of her lips with less than any real curl, but it was there, just the same, in the bright copper of her eyes, when he did it, again. Something present even without all the correct hallmarks. Something very Jo. Very much like the tenacious inability to give up, that she saw very little as a choice and as something so deep in the marrow of her bones and written on every drop of blood pounding through her veins, that it made her up more than she made it up.

It's a hard thing to hear and she considered two or three jokes, given she was already too serious only the minute ago there. No matter how true it was. He was like a lifeline here, but those were not things she could put into words. They were not words, or ideas, she would allow anyone here to take from her and use as the next thing to gut and gore her on.

Not to mention she could be shitastic at deserving that in the long run. Especially by those who meant it most, to them and her. She watched the space in front of them for a long time, letting him get back to what he was doing, "I'll try not to make you regret that."