Avery and JD sat on his bed, both staring intently at the screen. His arm was casually draped around her shoulders, and she was massaging his hand absently.
"So you talked to Taylor?" JD asked, still watching the TV.
"Yeah," Avery replied, shifting her weight a bit on the bed. "Told him I'd go home for Easter."
"Do you want to? You said it was... you know... scene of your demise?" JD offered.
"Thank you for being the ray of light in this conversation," Avery said sarcastically. "I do want to see everyone. But you're right -"
"I usually am," he interjected.
"It was where I..."
"Killed the Eye," JD supplied.
"Sometimes I wonder why I tell you anything," Avery replied.
"Coz you lurve me."
"You wish."
"And hey, in my defence, you were the one who informed me that I was thinking too loudly, and that you knew I was an alien," JD said, glancing over at her.
Avery grinned. "Ok, yeah... but I thought it was an effective way of letting you know that you didn't have to be so worried about secret keeping."
"Still, it shocked the pants off me," JD protested.
"Ugh, please, no mentions of you pantsless, I may get ill," Avery shot back jokingly.
"How dare you!" JD yelped in mock indignation.
Avery burst out laughing. "You dick."
"That hurts me, Avery Laurel."
"Good."
"So..." JD said, returning his gaze back to the TV. "Scared about going home, huh."
"A little," Avery admitted. "I just don't know if I'll cry or freak out or want to steal things again."
JD wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her into his lap. "You will be fine, Egg. I promise. And we're only a phone call away. Say the word, we'll board a plane, we'll find a teleporter, we'll make a car fly!"
Avery smiled up at him. "Thanks Chicken."
"You're welcome, poohead."
Avery slid off his lap and then pushed him off the bed. "HA!"
"YOU POO!" JD laughed, from his position on the floor. "You're mean."
"I know."