Well. I think that's -- kind of. [Making a face; subjective? Up to Morgan? Jem reaches into a deep, cardigan pocket and produces a phone. She swipes, revealing first a low battery bar and then, a few more swipes and a photograph.
The problem with being used to look a likes is perhaps, her flippancy about them. As she extends the phone out, she doesn't consider right away that it might be weird for Morgan, to see this: Jem, smiling, tucked into an arm, of which belongs to a grinning face. Mischievous, eyes bright blue and identical to Morgan's, in a lot of ways.
She's fond, as she hands it over. Almost like she misses him already, despite it only being a few hours. ]
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The problem with being used to look a likes is perhaps, her flippancy about them. As she extends the phone out, she doesn't consider right away that it might be weird for Morgan, to see this: Jem, smiling, tucked into an arm, of which belongs to a grinning face. Mischievous, eyes bright blue and identical to Morgan's, in a lot of ways.
She's fond, as she hands it over. Almost like she misses him already, despite it only being a few hours. ]