It was easy to fall into a pattern with Jess; every time she saw him, especially when he smiled at her, it was like no time had passed at all. It was hard to believe they’d fallen out of contact for as long as they had Lila was determined to not let it happen again. She leaned against her hand as she smiled back at him, her other hand reaching out to wrap around the cool glass of the fire whiskey.
“I can’t imagine running an entire squad like you do. Chasing after two kids is exhausting enough.” Her fingers twitched, wanting to lean forward to grab his hand and squeeze it, but the line had to be drawn somewhere so instead she tapped them against the glass. “But, I know you’re fantastic at your job and you work hard. I’m proud of you, Jess.” Delilah’s smile softened; she was proud of him and how far he’d come since he scuffles at Hogwarts, although she’d always thought he’d get his life together, eventually.
She tilted her head before chuckling. “I’m being a butterfly.” Lila supplied lamely as she shrugged a shoulder, knowing that Jesse had probably seen before many years ago; she'd worn it before she'd ever married and had found it in the back of her closet a few weeks ago. She wasn’t too keen on dressing up. In fact she was only going to be Jemima’s chaperone. “I’m good. Work is… busy. People are on edge with all the murders and I’ve been on every floor at least once this week. Creature-Induced Injuries is still my least favorite floor.” Stretching, Lila gently kicked his leg with her shoe before she pulled it back. “And how are you?”
“I can’t imagine running an entire squad like you do. Chasing after two kids is exhausting enough.” Her fingers twitched, wanting to lean forward to grab his hand and squeeze it, but the line had to be drawn somewhere so instead she tapped them against the glass. “But, I know you’re fantastic at your job and you work hard. I’m proud of you, Jess.” Delilah’s smile softened; she was proud of him and how far he’d come since he scuffles at Hogwarts, although she’d always thought he’d get his life together, eventually.
She tilted her head before chuckling. “I’m being a butterfly.” Lila supplied lamely as she shrugged a shoulder, knowing that Jesse had probably seen before many years ago; she'd worn it before she'd ever married and had found it in the back of her closet a few weeks ago. She wasn’t too keen on dressing up. In fact she was only going to be Jemima’s chaperone. “I’m good. Work is… busy. People are on edge with all the murders and I’ve been on every floor at least once this week. Creature-Induced Injuries is still my least favorite floor.” Stretching, Lila gently kicked his leg with her shoe before she pulled it back. “And how are you?”
