[ The tension could be cut with a knife. Jesse hasn't a word to Jessica since picking her up, sticking to his promise that he is just going to drop her home and she doesn't have to talk to him. He keeps his focus firmly on the road, forcing against the urge to keep sneaking glances over at her. Jane's face. Memories of driving with Jane through Albuquerque, to the museum, to the corner store, to the occasional place to pick up food and cigarettes and smack.
Jessica's sudden question cutting into the thick silence has Jesse finally throwing a glance over at her; off-guard and surprised. He quickly schools his expression back into something neutral and turns his attention back to the road. ]
Found it at my place when I first wound up here. Wouldn't have a clue where it came from.
[ At least, that's the truth, insofar as Jesse having no clue when the car was bought, from whom, or how much was paid for it. And it's true that he has no clue what his previous self got up to, outside of things he's found out. Those truths help make his response sound highly convincing. ]
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Jessica's sudden question cutting into the thick silence has Jesse finally throwing a glance over at her; off-guard and surprised. He quickly schools his expression back into something neutral and turns his attention back to the road. ]
Found it at my place when I first wound up here. Wouldn't have a clue where it came from.
[ At least, that's the truth, insofar as Jesse having no clue when the car was bought, from whom, or how much was paid for it. And it's true that he has no clue what his previous self got up to, outside of things he's found out. Those truths help make his response sound highly convincing. ]