Jesse isn’t sure she is being careful as she can. Maybe she thinks she is, if only because she’s not paying attention to the dangers of compromising what moral compass she might have left for this enterprise. And she does have a moral compass, of a kind. Like his, it doesn’t always point due north, but it’s there just the same.
“You remember that?” He laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners along well-worn lines. He glances away, only for his eyes to be drawn right back to her. “I still say it. Guess I can let you borrow it too, if you want. Gotta pay me royalties though.”
No doubting if it applies to her, because it so obviously does. He takes a drag of his cigarillo and catches a glimpse of red on it from her lipstick, and in a moment his thoughts are back at the party. Her lips on his. Her lipstick left on his skin like a brand. He clears his throat and tilts his head away, with the (perfectly valid) excuse of not blowing his smoke out in her face.
“You’ve got good and bad in you, same as anyone. But when you do one, you go farther than most would. Just…don’t let this place change you into somebody you don’t want to be.”
Is that what had happened with Deadlock? Had she started out with good intentions, and gotten lost along the way? Or had it been a purposeful downhill spiral? Does she regret it or not? When he turns back to her, there’s something searching in his gaze. A question he doesn’t know how to ask.
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“You remember that?” He laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners along well-worn lines. He glances away, only for his eyes to be drawn right back to her. “I still say it. Guess I can let you borrow it too, if you want. Gotta pay me royalties though.”
No doubting if it applies to her, because it so obviously does. He takes a drag of his cigarillo and catches a glimpse of red on it from her lipstick, and in a moment his thoughts are back at the party. Her lips on his. Her lipstick left on his skin like a brand. He clears his throat and tilts his head away, with the (perfectly valid) excuse of not blowing his smoke out in her face.
“You’ve got good and bad in you, same as anyone. But when you do one, you go farther than most would. Just…don’t let this place change you into somebody you don’t want to be.”
Is that what had happened with Deadlock? Had she started out with good intentions, and gotten lost along the way? Or had it been a purposeful downhill spiral? Does she regret it or not? When he turns back to her, there’s something searching in his gaze. A question he doesn’t know how to ask.