[ she can't guess at what the point of that will be for him nor summon the will to care. the last time they talked about coffee they were lying in bed. Jess knew then that nothing would get easier. she knew she would hate herself for being a coward in the moment and not telling him so outright. on point as usual, past Jess. ]
Okay. [ he'll put himself through whatever he wants to, always does. he can have the first pour then. Jess turns on her heel, headed back to her room; she checks the state of him in her periphery, too quickly to learn anything. ducking into the bathroom to grab her jeans, she tosses her towel over the bathtub rim and crosses to her room naked. getting dressed is a sloppy process, drunk and out of it. once she's done, or mostly, her tank top still rolled up above her back with the fibres stuck to her damp shoulder blades, Jess stops in the bedroom doorway and rests her head to the jamb.
the coffee smells pungently cheap and pleasant. it bolsters her from her spot, where she could probably fall asleep standing, and gets her trudging back to the kitchen and then into her office, cup in hand. like a sack of shit, she drops into her chair. she flips open her laptop screen and starts pulling open desk drawers in search of liquor that she doesn't quite need yet. what she needs is to do her goddamn job, even when it's just deleting old photos of other peoples' lives. idiots and saps that she universally loathes, any of whom she would trade places with in a heartbeat this morning. ]
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Okay. [ he'll put himself through whatever he wants to, always does. he can have the first pour then. Jess turns on her heel, headed back to her room; she checks the state of him in her periphery, too quickly to learn anything. ducking into the bathroom to grab her jeans, she tosses her towel over the bathtub rim and crosses to her room naked. getting dressed is a sloppy process, drunk and out of it. once she's done, or mostly, her tank top still rolled up above her back with the fibres stuck to her damp shoulder blades, Jess stops in the bedroom doorway and rests her head to the jamb.
the coffee smells pungently cheap and pleasant. it bolsters her from her spot, where she could probably fall asleep standing, and gets her trudging back to the kitchen and then into her office, cup in hand. like a sack of shit, she drops into her chair. she flips open her laptop screen and starts pulling open desk drawers in search of liquor that she doesn't quite need yet. what she needs is to do her goddamn job, even when it's just deleting old photos of other peoples' lives. idiots and saps that she universally loathes, any of whom she would trade places with in a heartbeat this morning. ]