Teasingly, Jo made a point of sniffing in his direction. "Why, you smell like a perfect English Rose." Whatever bath salts he was using weren't actually pungent enough to reach her on the opposite side of the couch, but it didn't stop her from poking fun. Such was the way their relationship functioned.

This is what she missed with him, this easiness. Jo was still furious with him beneath the surface, and undeniably hurt he hadn't trusted her. Eventually this fight would happen again. A wound as deep as this wasn't one easily forgotten. For now, though, Jo would allow it to simmer. She'd further fall into his lies.

"I'm hoping to leave after Mars has the baby. Ideally before, but Mother won't hear of it." She said after a minute. Jo rarely followed her mother's rules explicitly anymore, as Tiffany's mothering skills stopped at the ocean. But, in this instance she was right. To leave now would be a slight against Mars.