( it doesn't take them all that long to make the trek from where she'd been to his apartment. when he opens the door, it's empty and quiet as usual. he steps in, leaves the door open for her and then shuts it when she finds her way inside.
he nods over at the bed. that's where she needs to go. will she? marcos doubts it but she needs to sleep this off and he needs to sit and stew. )
Lay down, Jessica.
( he sighs, feeling the weight of all that had just happened sit on his shoulders before he takes a seat in a raggedy chair. )
[ Dreading sleep, Jess nonetheless approaches the bed in which she's rested several times before. She drops her bag on the floor beside it. Then she places a hand on the edge of the mattress and eases herself to the ground to sit with her back against the bed frame. Jess toils in pulling off her sodden boots and socks, carelessly depositing them near her bag. Her pants she'll just have to live with for now.
Posture crumbling to a slouch, her head falls back onto the mattress. She sighs with closed eyes. Any time now, second wind. ]
Jessica, you're falling asleep right there. Get up on the bed and close your eyes.
( if he didn't think he'd get his nose broken, he'd get over there, pick her up and put her on the bed but he doesn't move. he turns his gaze to her and tries to will her to do as he requests.
but she's the most stubborn woman that he thinks he's met in a long time. )
I'm not falling asleep. [ Her every word is weighted with fatigue. The ringed bruises on her neck, difficult to make out in the dark of night, pop out as a splash of color against her pale skin and black hair.
She slowly opens heavy eyelids. The featureless ceiling is just as undefined and mind-numbing as the black void behind closed eyes. ]
( his voice is harder now, stony and sharp. he doesn't know how to handle her right now and he's not going to keep beating his head against the wall by being helpful.
so, he's just going to shut up. he gets up, the chair scraping roughly across the floor and grabs himself a water, something he downs quickly before tossing it away.
and then he returns to the chair, rubbing his hands through his hair and turning his face away from her. )
[ Whatever she wants. It's an idea as big and belittling and untouchable as the sky. She blinks water from her eyes. A single set of tears trickle down her temples and disappear into her hair. He's far enough away she she doesn't think he'll notice, and she doesn't want to draw attention to it by wiping it away. She lets it dry, and the once-wet tracks make her skin feel taut.
Jess sighs and closes her eyes. She probably will fall asleep there. She does, small and worthless and soiled, even though what she wants is to stay awake. ]
( marcos waits a bit and when she doesn't say anything for an extended amount of time, he gets up, grabs the blanket off his bed and covers her with it.
he sticks around for a little longer before he leaves quietly, letting her sleep it off. )
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he nods over at the bed. that's where she needs to go. will she? marcos doubts it but she needs to sleep this off and he needs to sit and stew. )
Lay down, Jessica.
( he sighs, feeling the weight of all that had just happened sit on his shoulders before he takes a seat in a raggedy chair. )
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[ Dreading sleep, Jess nonetheless approaches the bed in which she's rested several times before. She drops her bag on the floor beside it. Then she places a hand on the edge of the mattress and eases herself to the ground to sit with her back against the bed frame. Jess toils in pulling off her sodden boots and socks, carelessly depositing them near her bag. Her pants she'll just have to live with for now.
Posture crumbling to a slouch, her head falls back onto the mattress. She sighs with closed eyes. Any time now, second wind. ]
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( if he didn't think he'd get his nose broken, he'd get over there, pick her up and put her on the bed but he doesn't move. he turns his gaze to her and tries to will her to do as he requests.
but she's the most stubborn woman that he thinks he's met in a long time. )
I'll wake you up in a few hours.
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I'm not falling asleep. [ Her every word is weighted with fatigue. The ringed bruises on her neck, difficult to make out in the dark of night, pop out as a splash of color against her pale skin and black hair.
She slowly opens heavy eyelids. The featureless ceiling is just as undefined and mind-numbing as the black void behind closed eyes. ]
Bet you'd like that.
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( his voice is harder now, stony and sharp. he doesn't know how to handle her right now and he's not going to keep beating his head against the wall by being helpful.
so, he's just going to shut up. he gets up, the chair scraping roughly across the floor and grabs himself a water, something he downs quickly before tossing it away.
and then he returns to the chair, rubbing his hands through his hair and turning his face away from her. )
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Jess sighs and closes her eyes. She probably will fall asleep there. She does, small and worthless and soiled, even though what she wants is to stay awake. ]
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he sticks around for a little longer before he leaves quietly, letting her sleep it off. )