[ 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. ]
[why? misty had asked him the same, and while most of the answer carries over... jess is still a special case. no matter what's happened, he'd still prefer she didn't think he was a total piece of shit, despite his earlier words. there's a tiny electric spark as the bottle touches down on her leg and presses hers more solidly into his. it's a fight not to reach out, not to touch a heavy hand down on her thigh and start up something he knows has already started. something he probably can't stop even now if he wanted to. ]
Short answer: I don't know. Long answer?
[ he chews his lip and does it anyway, the whole of his hand can wrap around one of her spindly legs but knowing the strength behind them makes it better somehow and his eyes flash as they climb up to meet hers. ]
This place is as close to the pulse of this town as it gets. It's the front lines.
[ and he wants to be there when shit goes off. before shit goes off, whenever possible. maybe that's naive, he's still not really sure. ]
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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. ]
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Short answer: I don't know. Long answer?
[ he chews his lip and does it anyway, the whole of his hand can wrap around one of her spindly legs but knowing the strength behind them makes it better somehow and his eyes flash as they climb up to meet hers. ]
This place is as close to the pulse of this town as it gets. It's the front lines.
[ and he wants to be there when shit goes off. before shit goes off, whenever possible. maybe that's naive, he's still not really sure. ]