[ Dillard rings a distant bell, one of the details Jess didn't ask for when Trish was covering his hooded hero stint in Harlem. Jess made a point not to investigate the shit he was digging himself deeper into; the vigilante "friends" she's made know that they can call on her if they want her help. they know that she'll say no and do it anyway but they haven't made her fight herself like that. Jess assumes that's what friends actually do: Stay out of each other's lives. it's always been her play and it's made her realize there's no good side of it to be on. but it is the best one people like them can make. ]
Why? [ he can lie, if he wants. if it has to do with Reva, she'd prefer it. but otherwise, Jess doesn't get why he's hanging around here when he could just as easily pass the buck to any of the staff and keep his name on the lease. it's a simple question to which she anticipates a loaded answer, so she rests the whiskey on the no man's land of her knee touching his. ]
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Why? [ he can lie, if he wants. if it has to do with Reva, she'd prefer it. but otherwise, Jess doesn't get why he's hanging around here when he could just as easily pass the buck to any of the staff and keep his name on the lease. it's a simple question to which she anticipates a loaded answer, so she rests the whiskey on the no man's land of her knee touching his. ]