We keep behind closed doors
Every time I see you, I die a little more
Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls
It'll never be enough

Armed with a basket filled to the brim with a collection of snacks and writing supplies, Fallon discreetly made her way towards JP's room. She stopped once to chat with Malou about the various chores that needed to get done around the flat. That they were all already done wasn't a fact the nearby listeners needed to know, but she had to do keep up appearances somehow.

Gabe informed her that a suspect had been arrested nearby her home. He'd been armed with a poison that if uncapped could have killed her by scent alone. Once learning that, Fallon knew it was time for her promised visit to JP. Her skin crawled at the thought of a stranger once again being so close to her personal space, her mind raced with the what if possibilities. While such energy wasn't great to bring into an injured person's room, she knew he'd understand. Probably moreso than most.

Fallon knocked only once before opening the door and letting herself in. Just as he'd done for her, she set about unpacking the basket before moving to sit near the foot of the bed and held out a plate of cookies. "Chocolate chip cookie? Malou made them fresh this morning."