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His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly
You snort. "Like I need your help gettin' laid," you shoot back, but it's less playful and more aggressive, the topic having hit a nerve. Your sex life is something you don't want to talk about with much of anyone, let alone Jack. Oh, you've taken your share of lovers after Ellie - a man has needs after all - but you've never been the type to go out whoring, a fact that Jack knows well.
You're grateful for the change in topic, finding comfort in talking business. Drumming your fingers over the arm of your chair, you listen to Jack's proposal silently, your expression close and quiet. "Fine," is your simple reply, biting back a retort regarding his inability to make the walk himself. Lazy jackass. "But you gotta do somethin' for me in return."
You're grateful for the change in topic, finding comfort in talking business. Drumming your fingers over the arm of your chair, you listen to Jack's proposal silently, your expression close and quiet. "Fine," is your simple reply, biting back a retort regarding his inability to make the walk himself. Lazy jackass. "But you gotta do somethin' for me in return."
Past the wondering eyes
of the ones that were left behind
of the ones that were left behind
