[By now, she should know better than to expect he wouldn't take her literally. This isn't new, Jessica. He was just as literal when he had her strapped to a lab table. And so it isn't long before he's inviting himself into her space, careful and very obviously expecting to find something violent.
He's carrying a gun, in case he's walking into a hostage situation.]
[ Old Jessica would probably have been far more dramatic at the over-the-top madness that comes through her door. She'd probably yell about the gun, flail around and cause a scene. But after some of the shit she'd had to experience during her year back in Bon Temps...all she does is hold her forehead and sigh.
After a roll of her eyes, her head thumps back into her pillows so she can stare up at the ceiling and wonder what she'd done to deserve this. ]
Go on and have your look around. Maybe you'll find some imaginary blood stains.
[ She had the mind to hide all her tear-soaked tissues, at least. Who knows what he'd have thought if he saw those. ]
[ She looks absolutely exasperated. Was the police-level search really necessary? It's not like she murdered anyone! ]
I told you. I didn't do anything. [ "For once" would fit nicely at the end of that sentence. ] That'd probably have required me to leave my room. Which I haven't.
[ With a grumble, she gets out of bed and starts straightening up, shooting him dirty looks every now and then. ]
[ Her arms cross and her jaw tightens. ] Kinda funny you think I'd kill without thinkin' like that.
[ It's not long before her expression softens. He has good reason to think that. If he knew some of what she'd done back home, even more so. It's hard to look at him or maintain her annoyance. ]
[ Jessica sighs quietly. She can sense he's being gentle with her. It's simultaneously comforting and frustrating. Someone treating her nicely is a welcome change, but she still can't stop seeing hidden evil in all of his words and actions, no matter how kind.
She shifts uncomfortably, fiddling with some toiletries to have an excuse not to look at him. ]
I'm okay enough. [ There's a silence, then: ] You really oughta worry about yourself more than me. I'm a big girl, Fitz.
[ Finally, she glances at him. She's searching for anything that'll prove he's going to do something to hurt her. The search proves fruitless. ]
I wonder sometimes.
[ She turns to face him, still guarded, but her stance and expression show a tad bit of willingness to be receptive. ]
Sorry. And thanks. But if you come 'round my room wavin' a gun again, I won't be so nice. Besides. [ She gives a small smile. ] My roomies are nice. And nearby. You don't have to come runnin' in on your white horse all the time.
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DIDN'T
DO
ANYTHING
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[because he still took her seriously back then.]
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She sighs, so utterly resigned. He's defeated her. His victory will be stupid as all get out, but she can't handle it anymore. ]
You'll see for yourself
Door's open
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He's carrying a gun, in case he's walking into a hostage situation.]
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After a roll of her eyes, her head thumps back into her pillows so she can stare up at the ceiling and wonder what she'd done to deserve this. ]
Go on and have your look around. Maybe you'll find some imaginary blood stains.
[ She had the mind to hide all her tear-soaked tissues, at least. Who knows what he'd have thought if he saw those. ]
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What the hell kind of bloody emergency is this??
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[ She looks absolutely exasperated. Was the police-level search really necessary? It's not like she murdered anyone! ]
I told you. I didn't do anything. [ "For once" would fit nicely at the end of that sentence. ] That'd probably have required me to leave my room. Which I haven't.
[ With a grumble, she gets out of bed and starts straightening up, shooting him dirty looks every now and then. ]
One of these days, you'll actually listen to me.
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[ he pauses, pinches the bridge of his nose, and takes a breath. Calm down, Fitz. ]
I was trying to take you at your word, Jessica.
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[ It's not long before her expression softens. He has good reason to think that. If he knew some of what she'd done back home, even more so. It's hard to look at him or maintain her annoyance. ]
Done enough of that already.
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[He's already offering her a way out. He's excellent at making excuses for vampires.]
That mean you're all right otherwise?
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[ Jessica sighs quietly. She can sense he's being gentle with her. It's simultaneously comforting and frustrating. Someone treating her nicely is a welcome change, but she still can't stop seeing hidden evil in all of his words and actions, no matter how kind.
She shifts uncomfortably, fiddling with some toiletries to have an excuse not to look at him. ]
I'm okay enough. [ There's a silence, then: ] You really oughta worry about yourself more than me. I'm a big girl, Fitz.
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I've got enough room to worry about a lot of different things at the same time.
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I wonder sometimes.
[ She turns to face him, still guarded, but her stance and expression show a tad bit of willingness to be receptive. ]
Sorry. And thanks. But if you come 'round my room wavin' a gun again, I won't be so nice. Besides. [ She gives a small smile. ] My roomies are nice. And nearby. You don't have to come runnin' in on your white horse all the time.
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[He still lets his eye roam about her room, just in case there's a reason for her answer to be falsified under duress.]
But I'll come when you call. Every time.
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[ She then waves him off, finding it too hard to acknowledge his extreme selflessness. ] Go on. I'm fine. I'm sure the library needs you more.