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NAME: JONES HANDLE: @ALIAS PICTURE: Middle finger, face out of frame.

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Its not that

I don't want you to see me [ which is totally different. ]

[heliophilous]

why not?

[grunge]

Because you don't either
Unless you've got a thing for broken glass and puke

[heliophilous]

making my choices for me now?

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I can take care of myself

[heliophilous]

i never said you couldn't.
that doesn't mean i don't want to help

[grunge]

I didn't help you
We were both goddamn at the beach

[heliophilous]

jessica.
what happened happened.
i'm all right.

if we're doing that, i didn't help you either.

[grunge]

Then we're even

[heliophilous]

fine
we're even

does that mean stop making my decisions for me?

[grunge]

Yes but only because its not that effective anyway

[heliophilous]

so, stop hiding from me
tell me where you are

or come to mine.

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[ Jess sends the address of a tall building whose lower floors are entirely submersed in floodwater. ]

I'm the roof
Good luck

[heliophilous]

( marcos doesn't recognize the address but it's not going to stop him from trying to find her. and when he does, he doesn't try and swim up through them yet, sighing and finding a spot high enough to get out of the water for a moment. )

really?

[grunge]

[ Jess peers over the rooftop to try and spot him. Because surely, at a distance, he would figure out what he's dealing with and take the L. No sight of him yet but she's not sure what direction he's coming from. ]

Go home

[heliophilous]

or what?
you won't talk to me if i get up there?

[grunge]

What the hell is there to talk about

[heliophilous]

fine we don't have to talk
i still want to see you

do you want me to come up there
because i fucking will

[grunge]

[ no he won't. he'll drown. again. and this time it really will be her fault. and yet she doesn't think she's going to win this game of chicken. ]

I'll come down on 1 condition
You talk to me

I wanna know what's making you so miserable you're willing to drown again just to feel like you're somebody's port in a storm [ just a pinch of projection in there. ]

[heliophilous]

( marcos has to bite down on his immediate, kneejerk reaction to that. he doesn't respond, fighting off the urge to throw his phone into the water. )

fine.
come down
i'll talk to you

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[ got 'im.

it takes a minute for her to locate him down below. then a second as she climbs up the roof's edge and jumps for the fire escape of the other building. the metal clatters and Jess curses, hauling herself over the rail and landing on her ass. descending, she intermittently glances off by a hip or reaches out with a hand to the wall to steady herself.

Jess wouldn't be surprised if he changed his mind and left by the time she arrives, but that's not the case. Jess wipes mussed strands of hair from her face, some unearned pride in the upward tip of her chin. she acknowledges him with a, ]

Mother Teresa.

[heliophilous]

It's not a term of endearment I've been called before but I'll take it.

( he rolls his eyes at her though, sarcasm heavy in his tone. he crosses his arms, peers up at the roof she'd come down from and then back at her. )

Nice of you to decide to give me the time of day.

( he appreciates her coming down from her perch to talk to him. or be talked at. he said he'd talk but he doesn't really want to especially about himself. )

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[ it's not? that's genuinely surprising to her. she's too busy glaring at him to convey it though. ]

Well you seem to need it pretty damn badly. [ she's not going to let him deflect his way out of this. he may have some right to be upset with her but he's said more than his piece on that already. Jess digs into her bag for her flask and tosses it at him in an underhand arc. ]

Grease your wheels. I'm listening.

[heliophilous]

I'm not miserable.

( he snatches the flask out of the air but he doesn't do anything but hold it. he doesn't want it right now. )

And I didn't come here looking to throw myself into the water and drown just to see you. I came because —

( he stares at her and then shakes his head. )

I'm allowed to worry about you. I'm allowed to care so don't go telling me that I can't or you're fine on your own. I don't buy it.

[grunge]

That makes two of us.

[ Jess calls bullshit that his motives are purely altruistic. Nobody cares this much that isn't avoiding something in their own life. He doesn't sleep well, and whether that has to do with his life here or his life before, it's a clear sign that he's not okay in some capacity.

She trudges forward to snatch back her flask. If he tries to play keepaway like he did with the joint, things could get uncomfortably physical. ]