The way he says that makes her look back at him.
The words and that expression on them, somewhere distant, hits a little too deep, itself.

Reminds her a little too much. Of that fight, blacking out and waking up in the hospital. To the scent of cologne and leather that years hadn't washed out of her system, but he wasn't there. Being told by a nurse that a tall guy with dark hair and a leather jacket had carried her in, stayed here while she was out, but he was gone now. The day she was finally positive he still had her globe. It was true that day, but it was, also, true so many days during the good times, too. Coming home a wreck wasn't exactly an unknown for either of them after hard cases and missions.

There was the urge to raise her hand and rub some part of it against the charm at her neck, but she didn't.

Jo shrugged, or meant to but only got half way, as the movement caused her to flinch to one side.

She didn't need the clinic, but he'd already pointed out he did. Even if he phrased it for her. "Lead the way."