By the time she replies, Cullen's got his window thrown open to the night air, and he's pressed himself back in the corner with a blanket over his shoulders and a dog draped over his lap. Ci makes a decent bookrest.

JJ: I could send you the awful one I sent him. It happened by accident. I haven't been able to replicate the process.
JJ: Of course, I haven't tried.

It's absurd, how his throat tightens after her first two replies. Absurd how -- how he feels. (He won't analyze it. He won't.) So of course he won't answer her first question right away. Perfectly reasonable.

Instead: the picture.

jackbootJudex sent file "actualinterestingface.jpg"