[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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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. ]