[ Jesse can't help but laugh, too, a bright grin on his face because it feels kind of good to make Jessica laugh. It's like a little reward all on its own because she doesn't seem like the type to crack a smile unless she means it--certainly not just for the sake of others and their comfort or feelings, at least from what he can tell. So it's kind of a victory, for him
His eyebrows shoot up, though, at the mention of her just leaving him a key so he can come and go as needed. That he isn't expecting, but it has less to do with her and more to do with the fact that there aren't a whole lot of people in this world who really put their trust in him like that, even though he's worthy of it. Unlike most people in his line of work, Jesse actually has a pretty strong moral compass guiding him. Okay, so maybe not the kind that's supposed to tell him drugs are bad or whatever, but he's loyal to a fault and he cares about people. ]
Really? Okay. I'll still make sure to text you before I swing by.
[ As much as he wouldn't mind walking in on her mid-getting dressed, he's certain a heads up would be more than appreciated. ]
It's no problem. I work at this, like, industrial laundromat. It's kind of a drag, so anything that'll keep me away from that place for a day or so here and there is, like, way sweet.
[ Jesse finishes the pizza that's on his paper plate and then grabs his beer, reclining a little as he sips it. ]
So. What's it take to persuade you to share that whiskey you were talking about?
[ Thought he'd forget, did you? A slow smirk tugs at one side of his mouth, mischief flashing in those blue eyes of his. ]
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Date: 2022-12-29 02:18 am (UTC)His eyebrows shoot up, though, at the mention of her just leaving him a key so he can come and go as needed. That he isn't expecting, but it has less to do with her and more to do with the fact that there aren't a whole lot of people in this world who really put their trust in him like that, even though he's worthy of it. Unlike most people in his line of work, Jesse actually has a pretty strong moral compass guiding him. Okay, so maybe not the kind that's supposed to tell him drugs are bad or whatever, but he's loyal to a fault and he cares about people. ]
Really? Okay. I'll still make sure to text you before I swing by.
[ As much as he wouldn't mind walking in on her mid-getting dressed, he's certain a heads up would be more than appreciated. ]
It's no problem. I work at this, like, industrial laundromat. It's kind of a drag, so anything that'll keep me away from that place for a day or so here and there is, like, way sweet.
[ Jesse finishes the pizza that's on his paper plate and then grabs his beer, reclining a little as he sips it. ]
So. What's it take to persuade you to share that whiskey you were talking about?
[ Thought he'd forget, did you? A slow smirk tugs at one side of his mouth, mischief flashing in those blue eyes of his. ]