[for Josh] - backdated to early Jan.

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley had resolved to do one thing right and she could do many, many things properly, she just wanted to make sure this didn't crash and horribly, horribly burn before she even had a chance with things. This all meant that she had to talk to Josh and pray this didn't turn into some kind of fight, seeing as it apparently only ever took a spark to ignite them into a fire of bickering and shouting.

Which meant talking to Josh calmly.

If such a thing were possible. She took a deep breath and lightly knocked on his doorframe. "Josh?"

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[playingstupid.livejournal.com]

Josh nodded, smiling. He was lucky to have Ainsley. Even if sometimes, she really was a Republican. "Thanks, Ains."

[playingtheenemy.livejournal.com]

"No problem, Josh," she promised, and she meant it, resting her head on his shoulder as she stared out at the wall. "I am going to miss this."

[playingstupid.livejournal.com]

Josh raised his eyebrows, tucking his head against hers. "Miss what?" Was she planning on going somewhere. Unbidden, his heart pounded in his chest, and he struggled to keep his breath even. He didn't want to think about the idea of her leaving. No. She's not. She can't. I mean, she won't. Right?

[playingtheenemy.livejournal.com]

"This," she said, confining herself to one word and being extraordinarily proud of herself for it. "I mean, this thing which we had, this liaison," she added, unable to help the additional words.

[playingstupid.livejournal.com]

Liason. Oh, Ainsley. He smiled fondly, turning his head to plant a kiss firmly on the top of her head. "Yeah." His voice was rough but happy. He was glad he still had her, however things turned out. "I'm not going anywhere."