Silent

"Sure." David grins a little, his eyes showing a strange faraway look for a moment. "Of course we can stay in touch, that's why I'm here. Not much of a comparison to having a partner by your side though."

Sighing, he pauses as their food is brought and he thanks Aerith with a smile. Concentrating on the food, he shifts gears, seeming to drop whatever point he was trying to make before. "Alright. Enough jabber. What do you know about this case with Jack?"

JT grins. "Ooh... Hawaii sounds nice, but I could settle for a camping trip too. It's been years since I've done that."

Rolling over onto his side, facing Amanda, he cranes his neck a little. "Yeah... maybe Bree and I could do that... get away for a few days up in the woods."

He studies her face for several moments. "What about you? How about making it a threesome?"

"Mmmm." Axel rolls his neck a little, enjoying Jess' brief massage to his shoulders. Just watching her take his hands and kiss his fingers, the corner of his mouth upturns into a grin. Then having his arms around her, he pulls her even closer, nestling his face into the crook of her shoulder and neck.

"You sure know how to make a guy feel good, you know that? With you, how can I be scared?"

Drawing back, he lifts his good hand to cradle her face, his thumb tracing her cheek. "I love you too," he whispers. "Can we just stay like this... forever?"

Watching Wes walk away, Jim lets out a little groan. "Sure... coulda been worse if Sparky would have punched one of us. I'm sorry... I shouldn't have started this thing. I mean... I'm not sorry I was concerned, just... I thought I was doing the right thing and... maybe I wasn't."

He looks at his sister lamely. He felt stupid for not handling this thing better. "Yeah, I'm still a little worried. But I did all I could... more than I should have. So..." He shrugs. "I guess that's that, unless you have any bright ideas."

Sparky stalks out the door, shoving his hat down a little further on his head. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he doesn't even notice the figure on the porch swing until he's already down the steps and aiming for the barn.

Movement catches the corner of his eye and he stops, turning his head a little to see Faith. For the longest time he just looks at her, the brim of his hat hiding part of his face. His expression resembles that of someone who had received news that a best friend had died.

Then slowly, his gaze lowers. Still standing for another moment, he then turns and continues his silent route to the barn.