Jo walked tentatively into the room and closed the door on all 5 sets of eyes behind her. Her cheeks were only slightly tear stained and she had made sure that her eyes didn't look to red or puffy. It would be ridiculous to be so upset over a guy she met three days ago, and yet she was. Her heart ached for him as she stood just inside the doorway. His hair was wet and matted to his forehead, his breathing was quick and slightly labored, his skin was ashen pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. Jo almost couldn't bear to look at him. 

What she truly wanted was to run to him with open arms and press his nose against the stubble on his cheek and just breath him in. Her questioning eyes took in the sight of the tattoo fading on his leg, and then it hit her. 'Once our sins are erased we can return to the heavens.' That was the deal, right? The thought almost brought her to tears again and made her want to run to him that much more. Instead, she walked over and gently sat on the edge of the bed on his right side. "are you alright?" She whispered.

Leon really did look awful, but in the grande scheme of things he was really getting what he wanted. To go home. With trembling fingers, Jo gently reached up and stroked the side of Leon's face, running her fingertip down the side of his jaw. She was memorizing the lines of his face, the contour of his muscles, the color of his eyes as he stared up at her with a sort of dazed look on his face. This man, the man that had nearly forced himself on her when they first met, the man who seemed to arrogant to be friendly with anyone, the man who she truly wanted to despise because of what he made her feel. This man is the man that she really wanted to stay on earth.

"I suppose you have what you came for then," She said quietly, trying to keep the hurt from her voice. "Once this is gone," She pointed to his mark, "You can take Isabelle and go back to the heavens, right?" She turned her face away so he couldn't see it anymore. "What was your sin anyway? It seemed like it didn't take hardly anything to fix it. We didn't do anything but sit and talk on the beach." Jo brushed her hair behind her ear and ran her hands over her face, taking a steady breath. 

Her eyes once again met Leon's gold gaze, searching for answers. She reached her right hand up again and gently touched his cheek. "I am glad you are feeling better thought. You had me, had us all worried," She corrected and looked away again, leaving her hand resting lightly on his forearm.