[ A jerk of her head serves as a nod despite her arm winding higher on his back, hand hiking over his shoulder. Jess holds him tighter than she lets herself hold anyone, for the span of a blink. With a defiantly even sigh, her grip gives and then falls away. She leans off his chest like the water has her sealed there, peeling herself from him to head back.
With a heavy step, she deliberately knocks her hair loose again so that most of her profile is obscured. Along with it, hopefully, the misgiving edge to her compromise. Worst case scenario: More talking. Best case: She goes back to sleep? She doesn't know, but there's no reason to stay out here, none that can be backed up with logic. ]
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With a heavy step, she deliberately knocks her hair loose again so that most of her profile is obscured. Along with it, hopefully, the misgiving edge to her compromise. Worst case scenario: More talking. Best case: She goes back to sleep? She doesn't know, but there's no reason to stay out here, none that can be backed up with logic. ]