[She smiles, almost bashful as she ducks her head, hiding it from him, although 'embarrassed' isn't really a word that belongs in Jo Harvelle's vocabulary. She doesn't feel like letting go of him, not yet-- who knows how much time there is before he gets caught up in something else, before something else comes between them.

For now, for the next few minutes, they're at peace for the first time in a long time. She wants to enjoy it, however long it does or doesn't last.]

I thought it was fitting. Seemed, you know -- appropriate.

[And overdue. She's been holding on to something that's been gone for months now, hurting Dean in the process. Whatever happened, or whatever didn't, hurting someone she cared about was not something she aimed for.]

I'm sorry. For how things have been. Seeing you like that, like--

[God, she can't even say it.]

If it was permanent, it would have meant we parted on rocky terms. I don't want that.