[ There wasn't a change to the room other than the bed and lamps (both lamps because one when there were two didn't seem right but just in case Jessica had some kind of attachment to the bedroom lamps, she would see the remaining unbroken lamp in the living room/waiting room area). ...Actually, there was more than the furniture change. He'd picked up all the trash, dirty dishes and dirty clothes. Shadow also cleaned the bathroom.
Cleaning was something he'd been used to as a globetrotter with his mom and then again as a foster kid, and again after Laura's funeral. Cleaning up every time he had to move on. This had been the first he'd hoped to move onto something more than a house guest but Shadow wasn't so sure as he contemplated everything Jessica was about to learn about him. Just because she had super strength didn't mean she'd believe what he planned to confess.
He swallowed thickly at her greeting, sitting up from his comfortable position on his back. Shadow reached to take the glass from her. He raised it slightly the way he'd often do, like a small silent toast in appreciation for the pour. The bourbon was a far cry from what his recent boss used to imbibe but Shadow welcomed the liquid. His mouth had suddenly felt dryer than the sands in Egypt.
His eyes fell to the contents of the glass for a second before looking back to Jessica. ] How long have you known about me being in prison or being married?
[ Shadow wasn't trying to avoid his confession. The question suddenly came to mind as he looked into her eyes. He wanted to be sure that learning the truth about him hadn't influenced her staying out for work longer like she had been recently. ]
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[ There wasn't a change to the room other than the bed and lamps (both lamps because one when there were two didn't seem right but just in case Jessica had some kind of attachment to the bedroom lamps, she would see the remaining unbroken lamp in the living room/waiting room area). ...Actually, there was more than the furniture change. He'd picked up all the trash, dirty dishes and dirty clothes. Shadow also cleaned the bathroom.
Cleaning was something he'd been used to as a globetrotter with his mom and then again as a foster kid, and again after Laura's funeral. Cleaning up every time he had to move on. This had been the first he'd hoped to move onto something more than a house guest but Shadow wasn't so sure as he contemplated everything Jessica was about to learn about him. Just because she had super strength didn't mean she'd believe what he planned to confess.
He swallowed thickly at her greeting, sitting up from his comfortable position on his back. Shadow reached to take the glass from her. He raised it slightly the way he'd often do, like a small silent toast in appreciation for the pour. The bourbon was a far cry from what his recent boss used to imbibe but Shadow welcomed the liquid. His mouth had suddenly felt dryer than the sands in Egypt.
His eyes fell to the contents of the glass for a second before looking back to Jessica. ] How long have you known about me being in prison or being married?
[ Shadow wasn't trying to avoid his confession. The question suddenly came to mind as he looked into her eyes. He wanted to be sure that learning the truth about him hadn't influenced her staying out for work longer like she had been recently. ]