Jenny's heart beat wildly in her chest as she stood there, looking up at 'Graham' everything about him screamed at her who he was. That familiar zing in her veins that happened whenever he was near, that look in his eyes... there were so many things about him that was HERS. Yet, things were different. When he spoke it wasn't that familiar English accented voice that calmed her when she was upset, or turned her on when it whispered into her ear after those full lips brushed her neck in a tease, the smell was slightly off and though he had that look.... that look was also unfamiliar, like it was missing just.... a little bit. Blinking up at him she waited for his answers, she watched him in both a hopeful expression and one of disbelief. Could you blame her? For the past few years she thought he was dead and now here he was! Jenny watched his arms fall to the side and his eyes look her over, taking her in, concentrating, waiting. Time seemed to stretch, each pound of her heart made her chest ache, each breath felt like she was inhaling gasoline and fire. It burned, it ached and yet it made her alive, and human.
Cocking her head to the side, eyes wide and filled with tears she listened to his words. They held a heavy truth to them, and it killed her. If this was Graham, her Graham..... it killed her to think he didn't know her. That he didn't know the secrets, the stories, the passion, the love, the need. That he didn't remember. How could someone forget that, wasn't it important! How could they forget something that important! That precious. It angered her, god did it piss her off. Biting her lip so hard she began to draw blood she watched him take his phone out, while licking her lip free of the crimson drops. Taking the phone from 'Graham' she held it up, scrolling through the photos. She managed to get through the hospital documents, and one picture of him in the hospital before she was shoving the phone at him.
Unable to look at any others. The blondes stomaching twisted and her heart dropped, suddenly she was pale as a vampire and looking every bit like she was about to toss her cookies. Leaning into the wall she shook her head. "I dont want to look." she whispered. "I saw enough." she looked at the floor only because it was easier than looking at him and picturing that picture. It tore at her. if it was true, If this was all true. Which it had to be... how could it not. If it were true..... she wasn't there for him, she didn't know of course but she should have! How did she not... Jenny heard Graham take a deep breath before she heard his words, still not surrounded by the velvet English accent she was so used to but rather just an average accent from god knew where.
Taking a deep breath she felt the tears stream down her cheeks, she was angry at him, angry at herself, angry at the situation, she was still in disbelief, still in hope, still in torment.... everything was turned upside down and shaken around. Nothing was right and yet everything could be... right? It could be perfect again couldn't it? Problem was she was in love with the Graham she knew, the Graham he used to be. Was this Graham totally different? Would she forgive herself if she did what he said. Go away and dont' turn back? That wasn't Jenny though, she couldn't do that... add to it the pleading in his voice and she forced her eyes from the ground to his own face. Robotically she reached out and took the bags he'd picked up that she'd dropped and swallowed. "Th-thanks." she stuttered, her voice felt off. Looking at her bags while he spoke she made sure all the stuff was stuffed inside, that she didn't have a bra hanging out or anything. Hearing him begin to walk away her eyes shot back up, brows furrowed as she watched.
The walk was even a little different. A sigh escaped her right before he stopped for a moment, letting her know lunch would be on him. As he continued forward she stood there, her lips beginning to quirk into a smile. Now that was a Graham like quote if she'd ever heard one. Taking another painful gasoline fueled fiery breath she started after him, arms full of bags, his legs were longer than hers so for the first couple of steps she had to run to come to his side before slowing back to a walk. Close enough to his side that her shoulder continuously brushed his arm with each step. "I'll tell you everything I know, share with you everything you want to hear, but I want to know things too. I want to know who you are now, where you have been, what you've become.. I want to know how much of you is still..... you." she whispered as they moved toward the food court. "and Graham? You are important to me too. Very important to me." she said looking up at him, shifting the bags before looking back with the food court in sight.