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he shook his head. "Because you're a dope," he muttered to himself. There was
nothing he could do about it now, of course.
He stood up again and moved the Dumbo clock to a slightly different place on the built-in
shelf where he'd placed it. Taking three steps back, he looked at the arrangement and
nodded approvingly. He crossed the room to sit in the soft armchair next to the coffee
table that had originally belonged to Dawson's parents. Fortunately, Dawson had
passed on it, which had left it available for the taking. He picked up a picture of himself
and Joey in a simple silver four-by-six frame. They were side by side, his arm around
her shoulders, the two of them looking startlingly like a conventional couple of the most
saccharine kind. He loved the picture, but looking at it, he missed her so much he
almost couldn't breathe. He put the picture back down, picking up the one next to it,
another favorite of his in which he had Joey on his shoulders. "For a feminist, she sure
did get a big charge out of being carried," he sighed. He rubbed his eyes.
Suddenly, the lock on the front door clicked and turned. Pacey stood up and looked.
The door swung open, and she was standing there, a bag of groceries on her hip. She
put the bag down on the table, not even seeing him, starting to tug one of her lightweight
gloves off with her teeth. She turned around and closed the door, and then as she
turned back around, she saw him standing in her apartment.
"Hey, Jo," he grinned.
She didn't speak, didn't smile, didn't make a sound. She closed the distance between
them in three steps, throwing herself against him and wrapping her arms around his
neck. She buried her face in his shoulder, feeling his hands in her hair. She pulled back
from him, touching his cheek with her fingers. "What are you doing here?" she said
finally.
"It's no good, sweetheart." He tugged her jacket off and tossed it over a chair, then
laced his fingers together behind her back. "I thought I could do it, but I can't."
Slowly, it came to her what he meant. "What about school?" she asked, blinking
rapidly.
"There are a lot of schools."
"What about being happy where you were?" She ran her hands up and down his arms.
"I thought you said you were happy."
He frowned. "Have you been happy?"
Her eyes widened. "I -- I was trying to be happy. I could have been happy enough."
"I could have been happy enough, too." He touched his lips to her forehead. "But I
missed you so much I couldn't see straight, so I figured I'd come here and see if you
were feeling the same way."