[ That was something. Maybe. Long after he'd squeezed hers, she squeezed his hand back. Danger on two fronts didn't cancel one another out. She couldn't protect him from the threats in his life when she could barely manage the blowback in hers. ]
You want more to drink? I do. [ Jess rose from the bed, slipping her hand out from his. She rested it briefly on his shoulder as she left, an assurance that she wouldn't be gone long, and wasn't leaving to avoid or abandon him. ]
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You want more to drink? I do. [ Jess rose from the bed, slipping her hand out from his. She rested it briefly on his shoulder as she left, an assurance that she wouldn't be gone long, and wasn't leaving to avoid or abandon him. ]