I know. [ he'll live on scraps, seeing as that's what she gives him. She's definitely done hoarding the brunt of that responsibility. he likes it vicious so no wonder her handful of half-hearted attempts to warn him off universally backfired. Jess sighs, stepping towards the wall and meeting it first with her hand, then her shoulder, then her back. she slides down to the floor with a soft thump and lets her legs fall straight in front of her. setting her bottle on the ground, she cups her hands together, tucking her fingertips between her palms to warm them up. ]
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