[ The bag is all his. She compulsively snacked on the way over and, like Jason, she knows it doesn't actually do any good. She's always loved food, but eating constantly isn't actually that great for anyone.
She's in her chair for a record three seconds before abruptly changing her mind. This is stupid. She's close to him, but not nearly close enough — so she pops up and leans over, settling herself in a drape over Jason's shoulders, head leaned to press her forehead into one of them. She might usually at least pause to check that it's alright, but not today. Today it has to be alright, because it's happening. ]
You smell like cigarettes. [ She wrinkles her nose, buried in the cloth of jacket. ] You're not gonna start that up every time shit gets bad, are you?
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She's in her chair for a record three seconds before abruptly changing her mind. This is stupid. She's close to him, but not nearly close enough — so she pops up and leans over, settling herself in a drape over Jason's shoulders, head leaned to press her forehead into one of them. She might usually at least pause to check that it's alright, but not today. Today it has to be alright, because it's happening. ]
You smell like cigarettes. [ She wrinkles her nose, buried in the cloth of jacket. ] You're not gonna start that up every time shit gets bad, are you?