[ Darting a quick almost imperceptible side-eye across at Jessica. The old you couldn't stay away, either. His gaze snaps back to the road, gears shifting to pick up speed now he's around the corner. Hearing her say that makes him feel a little ill. Fuck his old self. Fuck him, and yet look at him - doing exactly what it seems his old self was doing, according to her. And her follow up question causes his stomach to knot up slightly.
He's got a quick answer for that, though. He answers without missing a beat, calm and again to the point. ]
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He's got a quick answer for that, though. He answers without missing a beat, calm and again to the point. ]
Fellow addicts know how to handle other addicts.