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Bunker.

should've known. i'm omw

Yay

don't be a dick. are you OK?

Better than I should be.

fair. do you need anything?

A bun or something.

OK i'll stop at the inn

I'll be here

won't be long

[ he feels like he should say even if it's completely extraneous. he knows jessica isn't going to take off on him, for once in his life he's actually pretty solid in what they are to each other. it's a strange feeling. altogether, it won't take him long to ransack the inn for a few snacks and a little jar of sam's moonshine though he's sure jess already has some. he's still scared she might be going through withdrawal symptoms and so is even more of an enabler than usual.

bruno in his little coat heralds frank's arrival more than the man himself. despite his heavy, lumbering gait the man makes no noise as he approaches. someone got his soundproofed boots for new years. thanks observers. (wtf) he's wearing the ugly ass hotdog sweater billy made him also, and no, he doesn't care that it's christmas themed. ]

Here. [ he tosses her a bag of homemade bread with only a few slices left like she's a bird before slotting in next to her while the little croc-dog sniffs at her ankles. ]

[ The fuck? Why is there a dog here, why did Frank bring a dog along? Jess shoos him away from her ankles, nudging him with a boot. He takes it as play and starts feinting to and away from her. She sighs, crossing her feet and tucking them under the chair. Reluctantly, he returns to calm and curious sniffing.

The loudest announcement that Frank's here is that godawful sweater. Jess sneers, then winces at spark of pain across her cheekbone. She catches the bag in both hands. ] Thanks, neighbor. [ Super obscure Mr Rogers ref? He's the only sweater guy she knows. The only decent one. ]

[ because the stupid creature has separation anxiety so he'd taken him along when he'd fled the house. would you leave your crocodile-chihuahua son with elektra and matt? he sure wouldn't. he assumes 'neighbor' is a reference to him staying there, but he's distracted by her wince and leans in to study that bruise on her cheek. did she fall? ]

What happened there?

[ Jess glances away as if to invalidate his perfectly justified concern. She might lie about it in any other case but in this one, lies are what led to it. Specifically lies designed to protect Kamala. ]

Teenage rebellion. [ She looks back at him, watching him work it out. Her bubble is either on the fritz or Jess didn't feel the necessary defensive instinct to activate it. She's partly to blame, on top of all the other stuff that is definitely her fault. ]

[ there's a spike of anger as he works it out, reaching towards her, but never connecting when she turns away from him. his hand drops to his own knee ineffectually and then he's leaning over his legs, pushing his fingers through his long hair as he tries to process that. ]

Fuck. [ kamala hit and punched him, sure, but that's like punching a brick wall. she knows she can't hurt him. jessica is... jessica. he worries his lip and turns it over and over, blaming himself just as surely as jess does, unsurprisingly. ] She shouldn't have done that.

[ he manages to look back over at her- ] You OK? [ less of a physical inquiry this time, but he doesn't specify. ]

[ No, she shouldn't have, but she has a lot of anger and upset. Jess isn't one to judge her for expressing it crudely. She herself hasn't had a healthy outburst since the last time she beat Kilgrave to death. ]

I told her everything. [ The Jessica version of everything. The tentpole facts with none of the emotional justification or repercussions. If she doesn't know more than Frank now, they're roughly even. Jess isn't that transparent with anybody except her sister. ] She wants me to stay. [ Listlessly, to the tone of the airquotes she's too lazy to do. ] So we can 'work through this'.

[ he nods, that's the part he expected. the bruise blindsided him. ]

Do you wanna stay? [with us he thinks goes without saying. ]

[ Her posture crinkles. She crosses her arms over her chest, like that comes off more aloofly, and holds his stare. ]

Yeah. [ She wants to keep her hermit house as an exit strategy, goes without saying. As does the 'nothing personal.' ] I do.

Okay. [ he says predictably, hunkering down so he can lean his shoulder against hers. at least bruno's calmed down some, he's now snoring, asleep on the top of her shoe. ] Then we'll work it out.

[ he makes it sound easy though he doesn't really believe it will be.but he does think they'll do it in the end, because what other choice do they have? no one else gives a fuck about them. ]

I think I should stay out of the house for a day or two, let her cool down.

[ A friendly scoff. ]

What do you think I'm doing here? [ Copycat. The isolation it itself is welcome after three days of barely restrained social dysfunction. No kids, no animals, usually. She can drink in peace. She'll get up and grab her bottle off one of the consoles in a minute. Occupying her level, he's the warmest thing down here and she sorta missed him, besides. ]

[ he snorts in mirror to hers and as if reading her mind, he pulls a little container of that vodka out of his pocket to hand over. ]

Forgot I brought you something else.

God damn you! [ she exclaims appreciatively, in the cadence of other words entirely. The bag of bread scraps is abandoned in her lap as she snatches up the jar. she hasn't had any of Sam's stock in a little while. Jess unscrews the top and lets the stale nail polish stench overwhelm them. Wine of the gods. No offense. ]

[ god that's awful, but he can't judge her. instead, he pulls out the stub of a joint and sticks it in his mouth while he starts searching his pockets for some flint. ]

I'm gonna take that as a good thing.

[ She cheers to that with the jar before she sips from the lip. She can handle half a shot's worth and that's all she should have anyway, swallowing briskly. It's not her first drink of the night and it won't mix well with what was. ]

No more fire hands?

...You're right, I could probably go down the hall and get those back, huh?

[ but he doesn't want to move so he doesn't, using his knife and the flintstone to light his own particular vice with practiced ease even as a spark flies to the ground and narrowly misses their sleeping friend. ]

[ Jess doesn't twitch away from the spark. She hasn't slept outside of a shallow nap on an inn chair but looking at her jeans, they're so dirty they're probably not that flammable. And they're not the pair she was wearing on the mountain. ]

Grab me the souped up healing while you're there. [ jk, obvi. she fishes into the bread bag to tear off a chunk and pop it in her mouth. ]

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