[ Fine. He'll just drive. He grips the steering wheel tightly with one hand, the other on the gear stick, and the car falls back into tense silence while he continues the rest of the way to Jessica's place. The whole time, there's a sadness welling in his chest, heavy and loathsome. If only he'd been able to merely kiss his Jane better. Breathe life into her, or kiss away her death, or kiss away all the heroin she'd injected into her body so that she could have been free from it all, without withdrawal, without suffering.
He finally pulls up outside Jessica's place, his sadness pushed down into a cold ache deep in his chest. He shifts the gears into neutral and looks over at Jessica. He finds himself saying: ]
D'you want company?
[ It's a simply stated offer, and it means whatever Jessica wants it to mean. ]
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He finally pulls up outside Jessica's place, his sadness pushed down into a cold ache deep in his chest. He shifts the gears into neutral and looks over at Jessica. He finds himself saying: ]
D'you want company?
[ It's a simply stated offer, and it means whatever Jessica wants it to mean. ]