A job. Meaning he wasn't going to be sailing like he currently was. Jo might've rolled her eyes if she wasn't so taken aback by the suddenness of this all. Alfred and she weren't as similar as she thought if he was willing to give up his passion for a life stuck on the beach. Jo never should've expected him to understand.

"No, I'm fine." she answered, her voice clipped and more distant than she'd ever been with him. Another step back towards the fireplace and she would be standing within the chimney's confines. Fuck, where did he keep his floo powder again? Or had he already packed that too? "What job?"