Jo and Henry try to get to know each other a little better over a game of Truth or Dare.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I'm merely borrowing them for my own amusement.

Spoilers: Minor reference to something that happened in Season 1 Episode 10.

Author's Notes: This is a series of unrelated one shots and drabbles that I will continue to add to as I think of ideas.

"Truth or Dare?" Henry asked raising an eyebrow at Jo's suggestion. She had come over to have dinner with him and Abe again and Abe had gone to bed a little while ago leaving him alone with Jo and a bottle of wine. "I thought that was a game only played at adolescent parties," he said thinking back to some of Abe's childhood sleepovers. "At least it sounds juvenile."

Jo laughed. "I take it you've never played. It can be a fun way for adults to get to know each other too. How about I change the rules a bit to make it somewhat less juvenile? We'll just ask each other questions that we have to answer honestly, but if there's a question we really don't want to answer, then we can choose to do a dare instead. How does that sound?"

"Alright I'm game," Henry said against his better judgment. He just hoped he could remember to omit details and change them around as needed. He'd already drunk more wine tonight than he normally did and he suspected that he and Jo would be finishing off the bottle.

Jo smiled. "Great. Here's an easy question to start out with. What's your favorite color?"

"Hmm not so simple a question as you might think," Henry said and pondered the question for a moment. "I suppose I particularly favor dark red and maroon shades, but depending on my mood sometimes my favorite colors can change to dark blues or grays."

Jo nodded not surprised. His answer seemed to match closely with the colors of scarves and waistcoats he wore. "Your turn," she said when she saw him looking at her expectantly.

"Alright, an easy question for you. What is your favorite dessert?"

Jo thought for a moment. "I'd probably have to say rocky road ice cream. It's not really the flavor so much, but the name seems like a good metaphor for my life."

Henry chuckled. "The same could well be said of me."

"Ok when's your birthday?"

Henry raised an eyebrow. "Why do you want to know? Are you planning on throwing me a surprise party?"

Jo laughed. "If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise. Just answer the question."

"Fine, September, 19th 1779." Then Henry nearly choked on his wine when he saw Jo's eyebrows shoot up and he realized his error. "1979, I meant!" he corrected himself emphatically.

Jo burst out laughing. "You know I might actually believe you if 1779 was the real year. It would certainly explain a lot."

Henry shook his head slightly and smiled. He couldn't believe what a blunder he'd made but he was sure Jo would just blame it on the alcohol. "Alright, my turn again. Were you ever in any plays other than My Fair Lady?"

Jo shook her head. "Nope, I discovered I didn't really like performing in front of an audience very much."

Henry nodded. "That's certainly understandable."

Jo took a sip of her wine. "Ok a more serious question now. How did you and Abigail meet?"

Henry sighed visualizing the memory of their first meeting. It hadn't exactly been love at first sight, but he had felt an immediate connection with her.

"Henry are you ok?"

"Yes sorry. I was just remembering it. I met Abigail through work. She was a nurse and we worked in the same hospital at the time." It wasn't exactly the story of their first meeting and he'd left out a lot of major details, but it was true enough. "Well I suppose one serious question deserves another. Do you consider us to be friends Jo?"

Jo set her wine glass down on the table taken aback by the question. It wasn't the question itself that surprised her so much but the way in which he'd asked it. There was a look of such longing on his face like he'd be crushed if she said no. "Of course I do Henry. I just wish I knew you better, which is why I wanted to play this game."

Henry smiled and nodded. "That's good to know. As I'm sure you've noticed I don't have many friends. No one other than Abe really. Making and keeping friends has never been easy for me."

"Well all of your eccentricities aside, I think part of the problem is that you really don't open yourself up to people. You've got a really thick shell that's hard to break through and even after a few months of working with you I feel like I barely know you aside from your personality."

"I know, it's just difficult. I've suffered a lot of trauma in my life," he explained.

Jo nodded. "Yes you have, even in just the short time I've known you. In fact you seem to be a magnet for it."

"It's one of my many talents," Henry said with a half-smile trying to lighten the mood again.

"So it's my turn again. Tell me what happened to Abigail?" she asked gently.

Henry stiffened and frowned at the question. "I'm sorry Jo, I don't think I'm up to talking about that right now. I promise I'll tell you someday, just not tonight."

Jo gave him an understanding smile. "Hey it's ok. I get it. It's painful to think about those things. I'll be here when you're ready."

Henry smiled back at her. "Thank you, your patience with me seems to know no bounds and I truly appreciate it."

"Of course you do realize you have to perform a dare now," said Jo grinning. "Don't worry, I won't make you do anything too embarrassing," she said when she saw a look of panic cross Henry's face. "I dare you to put on every scarf you own at the same time and model them all for me," Jo instructed him with a wide grin.

Henry raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Oh dear, this may take some time. Please feel free to watch TV in the living room while you wait." He got up and headed up to his bedroom.

Jo figured he had to be exaggerating. How many scarves could one man own even if he collected them? After half an hour passed and he still hadn't come back down, she decided to take him up on his offer and moved to the living room couch and started flipping through the channels on the TV. At some point she dozed off and when she finally woke up and looked at her watch she saw that over three hours had passed. She looked around the room half expecting Henry to be sitting somewhere covered in scarves but not wanting to wake her. He was nowhere in sight though and she figured she should probably go check on him. She turned off the TV and climbed the stairs to the top floor. The door to his bedroom was open and when she looked inside she nearly fell over laughing. Henry was standing in front of a large antique chest of drawers with all of the drawers open. He had a mountain of scarves draped around his neck, and even more still hanging from each of his arms. He'd even tied a bunch of scarves around his waist too. He was still putting more scarves on and looked as if he could barely stand up anymore under the weight of them. "Oh my god Henry!" Jo exclaimed once she'd managed to stop laughing. "I think you can stop now."

"But you told me I had to put them all on and I haven't finished yet," he answered giving her his most charming smirk.

"I seriously need a picture of this." She pulled out her phone and snapped a few photos of the scarf encased Henry and not a moment too soon as his legs seemed to give out and he staggered backwards and fell down onto his bed. Jo started laughing again in spite of herself. "Ok consider the terms of the dare satisfied. This was so worth waiting three hours for," she said with a wide grin and started to help Henry untangle himself from his scarf collection.

"Well I do aim to please," he replied with a wink.

"I think you might need help. Is there a scarf addicts support group you can join?" Jo asked teasingly.

"No, believe me I've looked," Henry deadpanned.

"Well it's late and I should get going, but I had fun. We should do this again sometime."

Henry nodded. "So did I. Perhaps next time I'll have a fun dare for you to complete."

Jo just laughed knowing the wheels in his head were already turning thinking of fun dares he could have her do while still remaining a gentleman.