Jo followed him around. There was only a moment's hesitation before she decides to len on the door left open. To cross her arms on the top of the door, and let her chin rest on them, leaning across the door and window, and watch him while he was turning it on, and listening to the car. Like somehow she had a choice. Like somehow the door was the wall between them it couldn't be, not when she felt like a bouy being dragged along in his wake a little.

When she took liberties with the car that felt like they might be just as much her giving in as prodding against his boundaries.

"Happens when you drop things on it." Jo said, riffing right back to his words. A smile finding her mouth, even though it was faint and cool. "You should look into not letting that happen again." Except that somehow she didn't mean it, and she knew it, even as she said it right then. She needed to go home. She needed to know if Gus was dead. Who escaped, and who didn't. But this. This was like cheating, and as she said it, she knew she didn't want to vanish this second either.