[ Jess crosses her arms, initially wracking her brain for a good excuse to let him talk. She comes up empty but allows his voice to fill the ensuing silence anyway. If it's the last time she's going to hear it, what does it matter if it's bullshit. Volleying blame around isn't getting them anywhere, each of them embodying the unstoppable force and immovable object interchangeably and to the fullest possible commitment. ]
So, what? [ She shrugs needlessly, casting her gaze off at the higher boughs surrounding them before steering it back to him, hard and skeptical. ] You think I don't care about you? [ He's not that fucking stupid but she'll grant it that he is that self-destructive, -loathing, all the other -hyphened psychological garbage they both reek of. But seriously ] Are you shitting me? [ She willingly brought him with her out here and not to murder. She's felt she exposed her predisposition towards him the second she told him she'd go. ]
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So, what? [ She shrugs needlessly, casting her gaze off at the higher boughs surrounding them before steering it back to him, hard and skeptical. ] You think I don't care about you? [ He's not that fucking stupid but she'll grant it that he is that self-destructive, -loathing, all the other -hyphened psychological garbage they both reek of. But seriously ] Are you shitting me? [ She willingly brought him with her out here and not to murder. She's felt she exposed her predisposition towards him the second she told him she'd go. ]