[ Jess can fill in the blank pretty easily and she tries to hide her confusion the second she feels it. He didn't kiss her with the fervor of a friend back in Reims and he's not holding her like one now. But he draws the line at sex and Jess, operating automatically upon the worst conceived scenario, assumes it's because of what Kilgrave did to her. Horse shit misplaced chivalry over personal revulsion but both pay her the respect of a stab in the gut. Her heart drops into her stomach, her arm to the narrow space between them.
His backpedaling is meaningless chatter. She doesn't care what people think. That's true, or she'd have told them all she did her half-assed best to kill herself, honest. Apparently she cares what he thinks beyond his blind acquiescence to any plan she declares necessary, and talk about the crappiest way to find out. Then again, there's thinking about someone, and then there's secretly reducing them to their victimhood throughout the course of your acquaintance. ]
-kay.
[ No sound escapes the dry, sticky cavern of her throat at first, but the second syllable scrapes past, barely audible. Since she's already nauseous, Jess starts to gather herself, pushing off the bedroll. She lets the fluids in her brain and stomach level out again before shifting forward to grab her boots and jam them on, then the whiskey bottle as she crawls out into the rain. ]
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His backpedaling is meaningless chatter. She doesn't care what people think. That's true, or she'd have told them all she did her half-assed best to kill herself, honest. Apparently she cares what he thinks beyond his blind acquiescence to any plan she declares necessary, and talk about the crappiest way to find out. Then again, there's thinking about someone, and then there's secretly reducing them to their victimhood throughout the course of your acquaintance. ]
-kay.
[ No sound escapes the dry, sticky cavern of her throat at first, but the second syllable scrapes past, barely audible. Since she's already nauseous, Jess starts to gather herself, pushing off the bedroll. She lets the fluids in her brain and stomach level out again before shifting forward to grab her boots and jam them on, then the whiskey bottle as she crawls out into the rain. ]