[ he presses his leg back against hers, trying to usher some warmth back into both of them even with the alcohol stealing precious degrees. he watches her drink, a soft smile on his face all the while. it's almost like they never went outside at all, an alternate reality where they weren't the two most dramatic people to ever come here. when she hands him the whiskey at last, he only takes a tiny pull from it before capping it off and placing it above their heads within reach. then he's settling in, arm bracketing over his head so he can use his shoulder as a pillow. his eyes nearly cross when he tries to look at her from suddenly so much closer, but it doesn't put him off the effort.
the hand tangled in her shirt shifts to run calloused pads along the sliver of flesh exposed to the tent, his ankle rubbing against hers as his face tips forward until their noses brush. he can smell whiskey on her breath as surely as his own, and for the first time between himself and jessica things seem easy. pleasantly, blissfully simple. ]
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the hand tangled in her shirt shifts to run calloused pads along the sliver of flesh exposed to the tent, his ankle rubbing against hers as his face tips forward until their noses brush. he can smell whiskey on her breath as surely as his own, and for the first time between himself and jessica things seem easy. pleasantly, blissfully simple. ]