❛ — You have a way with words, ❜ disregarding the fact that he started the toilet analogy in the first place.
He stops, stepping in front of her (but still giving her enough room to leave).
❛ Look, Jess… I’ve gotten to meet all kinds of people. Enough to know that you may not always be nice, but you are a good person. Better than you think you are. I mean, seriously – do you have any idea how many people are willing to help an ex-con? The second you mention you’ve gone to prison the number drops. Rapidly. Hell, I can’t even get a JOB – and I didn’t even commit a violent crime! But you? You heard me out. You gave me a chance. ❜
jess sucks at her teeth, fingers folding back towards her palm.
nails dig into the pale flesh there, hard enough for the pain to
keep her teetering on the edge of impatience. claiming her to
be a good person without the full story is an easy enough thing
to accomplish, which desperately makes jessica want to prove
him wrong. “ you don’t know what you’re talking about. “ she
answers, eyes fluttering shut, narrow shoulders slanting. now
her jaw is visibly clenching, her petite figure & meager weight
accentuating each subtle movement of her jaw.
“ i gave you a chance because your daughter
needed help. that’s the only reason. “
that’s what she tells herself, at least. almost believes it, too.