Jess brought his free hand to his scratchy chin, wondering how he needed a shave already. He carefully avoided his bruises while he pondered.

"Stay?" He waggled his eyebrows at her and patted the bed next to him. "Just for a few more minutes?" The nurse had been in shortly before her, after his mother left, so certainly they weren't going to be busted just yet. "Tell me something nobody else knows." The last time one of them had said those words it had ended in a big fight. He was sincerely hoping this time would be different.

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A few more minutes couldn't hurt. Fallon nodded her assent and sat on the edge of the bed, far from his upper body and all its injuries. If he were less injured she might have curled against him, laid her head upon his chest and relaxed. One day, not today.

The question was a somewhat tense one to ask. The last time they'd had this conversation he was fleeing the room and she was left even more confused than she was. "Hmm." She said as she pondered a response. "I can sketch decently well. Haven't tried in years, so that might be an untrue claim now. What about you?"

  

Pleased to see her give in, Jess, having snacked sufficiently, reached out his free hand for hers. "Artistic nightmare, you've seen my handwriting." He was curious to see some of her artwork though.

"I was absolute rubbish at herbology in school." He offered in response. "And my favorite color is green." More common knowledge trivia now, but he didn't have much else.

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Fallon was always a bit stressed over her handwriting. The few lessons she had with the neighbor growing up focused more on spelling than penmanship, leaving her a bit behind as she entered school. Cursive was a nightmare, but her print was at least legible now. Sketching on the other hand was easy, and it allowed her to remember the faces of her suspects more clearly.

"Only reason I did well in herbology was my determination to make it into the auror training program." She chuckled. Fallon never would've taken as many NEWT courses otherwise. "You needed at least an E." She held his hand loosely in her own, content for the soft touch. "Mine is orange, any shade of it."

  

Orange. Interesting choice. He could see it though. "I'm not terrible with kids. Have a handful of nieces and nephews that I'm allowed to babysit." It helped too, as he was often the big scary ministry man who showed up when something bad had happened. Worked in his favor.

Jess yawned and realized what he'd done a little too late. She was going to take that as a sign to leave. "Bring me more snacks tomorrow?" He requested, now resigned to his fate.

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His talent with children made sense, both with his large family dynamic and profession. She could picture him with a herd of them, grumbling in frustration whenever an accidental burst of magic turned the lot into ducklings. "I have very minimal experience with children," she admitted with a slight frown. "Not opposed, just no adult experience." She would be the cool, fun aunt if Kieran ever had kids.

The yawn was the signal that she had loitered too long. Fallon squeezed his hand before releasing her grip and standing from the bed. "Sure," she smiled. It would be risky to keep visiting him, but Fallon was slowly realizing she shouldn't have been so startled by the fiance thing. He wouldn't be a terrible partner. "Sweet dreams, Jesse. I'll see you tomorrow."