[ HIs pain echoes in the cave of her chest when he starts to pull back, ricocheting intangibly off the stone walls. She could see his mind work without any idea of its contents, churning gradually like a cement mixer. Jess remains stoically perched alongside him, head lolling onto her shoulder. The sign he shapes is the one she's had the most practice reading, people always wondering when the last time she got any shut eye was. A small sigh bellows from her chest, streamed through her nose.
Jess gives a nod that barely moves her head as she shifts to get her boots off and then tuck her legs under the blanket. She leers at the whiskey barely within reach before leaning across herself to grab it up and have a third long swig. When she's done, bottle capped, she stows it above their heads: the least likely place for her to knock it over in the night. She settles onto her back, staring up at the darkness as her stomach levels out. ]
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Jess gives a nod that barely moves her head as she shifts to get her boots off and then tuck her legs under the blanket. She leers at the whiskey barely within reach before leaning across herself to grab it up and have a third long swig. When she's done, bottle capped, she stows it above their heads: the least likely place for her to knock it over in the night. She settles onto her back, staring up at the darkness as her stomach levels out. ]