[ What little energy she has would be squandered in an attempt to voice her utter resignation. Jess measures his sincerity over a beat, searching him for disappointment. She doesn't see any and he's not that good at hiding how he feels, not around her. No lies. Except the omitted sort, of which she's exorbitantly guilty herself. ]
I can't think like that. [ And she wants to. She wants to be in a place where she can think about what she would be like and what she would do if she were to ever go home, without it completely overwhelming her. That's not here. Doubtful she'll find it anywhere, as far as she goes. She never gave up like that before Reims. Taking that person back doesn't sound worth it.
Jess can barely hang her head without knocking into his. Trying only brings them closer again. She withdraws her hand, breaking eye contact to focus on her fingertips playing reservedly along his jaw. ] I'm sorry. [ A dry swallow. ]
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I can't think like that. [ And she wants to. She wants to be in a place where she can think about what she would be like and what she would do if she were to ever go home, without it completely overwhelming her. That's not here. Doubtful she'll find it anywhere, as far as she goes. She never gave up like that before Reims. Taking that person back doesn't sound worth it.
Jess can barely hang her head without knocking into his. Trying only brings them closer again. She withdraws her hand, breaking eye contact to focus on her fingertips playing reservedly along his jaw. ] I'm sorry. [ A dry swallow. ]