[ he snorts, predictably letting it go so that jess can go back to having the upper hand. he takes another bite and sinks back into the worn cushions so that his shoulder brushes hers every time he lifts his fork. then he takes a long swig of beer to wash down the mouthful. it really is good, but he's distracted by the way she's looking at him, a familiar feeling raising the hair on the back of his neck, though it isn't danger he's sensing this time. his throat goes dry as he catches jessica's gaze in the scant space between them, forcing himself to look back at the game though his brain refuses to focus on the play. ]
What're you lookin' at, huh? [ it comes out gruff, but deeply bemused as he continues in on his food. ]
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What're you lookin' at, huh? [ it comes out gruff, but deeply bemused as he continues in on his food. ]