( while she loathes doing this over text - simply because her words don't hold the same weight read (and that's assuming Jess bothers to read it all and doesn't skim, or outright ignore it) on a screen as they do said in person, Peggy seizes the opportunity to once again drill into Jess's thick skull what she feels and damn well knows Jess is worthy of. )
It can't. Not when you, more than anyone I know, deserve every last speck, every shred of happiness. And you could have it, if you just fucking let yourself. But you're not going to find it in the Down, or at the bottom of bottle.
[ The only good thing about this is that it's happening over text. In person, Jess would react without hesitation. Tell Peggy off, push her away further than is warranted. Reading her words, she can turn away from them and collect herself. She's angry -- at herself, at Peggy, at Kilgrave, at the whole system. She misses the way things were, no matter how far they were from perfect. Jess was never strictly good to herself but she inspired lectures about it a lot less often.
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It can't. Not when you, more than anyone I know, deserve every last speck, every shred of happiness. And you could have it, if you just fucking let yourself. But you're not going to find it in the Down, or at the bottom of bottle.
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Three minutes drag by before she responds. ]
It's always nice hearing from you.
Night, Peg.