They spent the better part of the next hour getting the glass cleaned up and calming Gran down, while Jo worked on getting her own nerves calmed. She’d been relaxed before, but in a sort of delayed reaction, found herself getting shaky again as the sensation of the bullet burning past her neck replayed itself in her mind.
Quinn noticed the change in her, or at least he acted as if he had; once they had Gran settled, he went through exactly the same routine again with her. With that done, he proceeded to hover and fuss until she got angry and practically kicked him out; she felt bad about that in the dark of the night, listening to the rian fall, as she fell into an abyss of sleep that bound her ever closer to her future.