[his eyebrows jump up; he did not expect her to know Sarte.] Ah. I think Monsieur Sarte would have liked you. You do not even try to make yourself happy. [it is more an observation of habits than any sort of insult-- Jessica is obvious enough about it. he has not pried.
his fingers rub back and forth against her elbow as a yawn splits his lips. this is too comfortable for what they are but they have been this way from the beginning, have they not? even when they are fighting there is something too easy in it.] I have bacon, [he says, his voice a murmur as he lets his eyes close.]
[ an astute observation, phrased less judgmentally than she usually gets it. she doubts JP's admiration would have been mutual. philosophers are so up their own asses. besides, the world is miserable enough without a No Exit sequel imparting the wisdom "hell is yourself, too."
Jess shuts her eyes, the blackness behind them swaying imperceptibly. at the random mention of bacon, her lip twitches, the closest her body can muster to a chuckle. ]
Oh la la. [ sinking into sleep, she can't come up with anything cleverer or more relevant than that. ]
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his fingers rub back and forth against her elbow as a yawn splits his lips. this is too comfortable for what they are but they have been this way from the beginning, have they not? even when they are fighting there is something too easy in it.] I have bacon, [he says, his voice a murmur as he lets his eyes close.]
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Jess shuts her eyes, the blackness behind them swaying imperceptibly. at the random mention of bacon, her lip twitches, the closest her body can muster to a chuckle. ]
Oh la la. [ sinking into sleep, she can't come up with anything cleverer or more relevant than that. ]