<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Jack considered that seriously, pausing in his coloring to frown over the idea with all the solemnity of his father over a case briefing.  "Okay!"  He abandoned his crayon to hug her -- carefully.  "I hope we find your person soon."<br/>
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"I'm kind of aware of the pain, but not like it bothers me," Tim said, gesturing at the IV.  "And Boss, I wasn't joking about the good drugs.  I'm high as hell, but I'm okay."  He kind of wished that Gibbs would touch him again, and it bothered Tim.  He knew in a small corner of his brain that it was the drugs making him needy, and hoped that sympathy would mean that Gibbs wouldn't tease him about it later as he reached out and latched onto Gibbs's hand.  "Somebody called Abby, right?  I kind of expected her to be in here wailing at me."  Very tactful, Tim-on-drugs.  Smooth.<br/>
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In the elevator, Tony looked sideways at Emily and saw a familiar pain on her face.  He'd felt it, when he'd had to break Jeanne's heart -- doing the wrong thing for the right reasons (well, Tony had THOUGHT they were the right reasons -- fuck you very much, Jenny Shepherd), and still managing to hurt the people you cared about.  "They let you back into their hearts.  That tells me that you matter to them more than the hurt you caused."  </span></span>