(Shoulder/lap meme) Jethro frowned, startled by this proximity. It had happened a few times in the past, but this... carelessly? Never. Something was up and he knew it. Concerned, Jethro turned to her the best he could. ''Hey... what's with you? Something wrong? You need a bit of... fairy tales?'' he proposed, laughing.
Amy was exhausted, tired and just, done. She was done searching for her friends, for Rory who she knew would move on without her, for the Doctor who she knew wouldn't even attempt to come back. The ginger allowed a laugh to escape her lips as she looked toward the one friend that she had found again. "You don't want to know, trust me. It's complicated." She poked him playfully in the side. "What fairytales do you know Mr. Jethro?"
















