[ Jess manages to wrestle it down though it takes the better part of a minute and feels much longer than that. but all that means is that the second sip can't be worse, immunizing her to discouragement. she can't believe he's still watching her. beyond that, she doesn't mind with a veil of whiskey thrown over her eyes. it's all the same when she's focusing on the coffee in her cup; and that's relaxing, almost, since normally she can still sense it. ]
Trish can't see me like this. [ she hears the words in her head and in the air the same time, yet she also feels the distinct pause in between thinking and speaking, and lurches forward anyway. it surpasses unfair to foist her alcoholic ass on a recovered addict, not to mention it's shitty and reductive of Jess to think of her that way, and neatly tying it together are the inescapable comparisons they may draw, however involuntarily, between Jess's before and after. with Frank there's a little less to avoid dealing with. ] I came to fuck with you instead.
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Trish can't see me like this. [ she hears the words in her head and in the air the same time, yet she also feels the distinct pause in between thinking and speaking, and lurches forward anyway. it surpasses unfair to foist her alcoholic ass on a recovered addict, not to mention it's shitty and reductive of Jess to think of her that way, and neatly tying it together are the inescapable comparisons they may draw, however involuntarily, between Jess's before and after. with Frank there's a little less to avoid dealing with. ] I came to fuck with you instead.