<strong>Bree</strong><br/><br/>She sighed soft as Jim ran his fingers through her hair, it was odd, be she associated it with when her mother would comfort her in the exact same way. Bree giggled here and there and then the movie ended. She contemplated moving, but it felt too nice to move right now.<br/><br/>As he flipped on Comedy Central, she snuggled even closer, but then turned to look at him. "Jim, thanks for trying to make me laugh and forget about everything. You're a real nice guy and a great friend for this. I can't tell you how I appreciate everything you're doing for me." She didn't turn back though, she wasn't really interested in what he had but on, rather, she just laid there, looking back and forth between him and the ceiling above him. She yawned once more, not really tired, just worn from all the events of the day.<br/><br/>She sifted once more, this time sitting up next to him, her face only inches from his, "I should really head home, I'm keeping you up, and I've already ruined your poker night as well." Bree looked down as she felt guilty for the latter part, he had worked so hard to plan a nice night and she felt she was responsible for making his night a complete waste.