Implode

A grin made Jared's mouth twitch. Yes...he'd been told before that he was a good kisser. He moved his hand to gently caress Grace's cheek, while his eyes searched hers. "I only care about your opinion," he finally answered. "My only problem now is keeping you happy..." 

Returning once more to her lips, he allowed his kiss to deepen and linger. Kissing her was different from kissing other women. Perhaps it was her. Perhaps it was because he actually cared. Maybe it was a combination of the two. No matter...he was enjoying this and didn't want it to end. 

It wasn't as easy as he'd like - being unable to move around presented few options, and none were very comfortable. Gently breaking their kiss, he ran his hand through Grace's hair and smiled. "I may not be able to use my legs much," he whispered, "but they make a great place to sit." If she'd sit in is his lap, he could actually hold her, but he'd leave it up to her.

Gunner wrapped his arms around Bree too, and sighed before nuzzling is face down into her neck. "I know you want to help," he mumbled. "And I really appreciate it. It's just...talking has never helped. And I don't even know what kind of research anybody can do at this point." 

He lifted his head to finally look at Bree. "I just know there's a missing piece, and nobody will just let me be enough for me to find it. It's like I'm either held back or there are too many cooks in the kitchen - I just need room. But Hope and Reese think I'm gonna implode or something, I dunno."