[ Jesse peers at Jessica in the darkness of his car with guarded albeit also intense eyes. It crosses his mind that he could reach out and touch her hand, just so. Just enough to... influence her a little. What a sick thought, especially with drunk she is. He grips the steering wheel just that bit tighter to fight that thought back. ]
Up to you. [ A pause, then: ] Quick visit. Be gone as soon as you want me gone.
[ That, too, is simply stated; again, it means whatever Jessica wants it to mean. ]
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Up to you. [ A pause, then: ] Quick visit. Be gone as soon as you want me gone.
[ That, too, is simply stated; again, it means whatever Jessica wants it to mean. ]