❛ Seriously. I’m the worst. I know — I wasn’t even thinking. As for the beverage… water, but yeah. ❜
Something about her visible disappointment makes him feel even more guilty. With a heavy sigh, he swipes a bottle of water off the table and wanders over to the bed, placing it next to her right-side up only to watch it inevitably tip over due to the uneven surface. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
❛ Figured you might have a hangover, so I went with the safe option. ❜
He hesitates for a moment before leaning back slightly to nudge her blanket-swaddled legs with his elbow.
❛ Hey listen, I’m really sorry. Could have gotten you a sub which probably would have kept better, but I’m the idiot who got you a cheesesteak sandwich instead. I mean, you probably could’ve microwaved it, but— anyway. It’s done. It’s really no trouble to get you something else, so… ❜
mustering up the strength to roll onto her back, jessica listlessly gazes at the ceiling & listens to him ramble on, loaded with way more guilt than is called for. “ it’s fine. “ she insists, reaching down & feeling for the bottle of water rolling around on the mattress. “ it’d be different if you ate food that i paid for, but you didn’t. “ that’d definitely get him a handful of harsh words. eventually, she tosses the comforter off her lithe body & swings her feet off the bed, onto the floor. her mind is still racing to keep up with her body – everything feels out of alignment. definitely hungover.
“ i’ve got to change & you aren’t getting a show. so, the sooner you let me do that, the sooner we can head out & continue the investigation. “