God, does he feel it. The second the words flew out of his mouth he felt it (maybe it’s a telltale sign they’ve been spending a little too much time around each other when he knows exactly what look she’s giving him just by the tone of her voice — did she have to sound so disgusted?).
Scott can hear the sounds of clothes being haphazardly removed and thrown around the room and he takes that as a sign to remain turned away. Removing the hand from his face, he quickly finds another use for it as he tosses it in the air with his other in an incredulous motion.
“ — What?! ” the words in an indignant tone as he turns to face her, not realizing she’s still about mid-way through pulling a shirt over her head. “ Shit! Sorry — ” And just like that, he’s whipping around to avert his gaze again.
“ Uh, no, no — this is, uh — this is strictly professional. You, me – us. Professional. I was just going to get you something while you showered or something. ”
scott couldn’t sound anymore unconvincing if he tried. stammering out each word, a nervous mess – then again, he’s pretty much always this way. unable to tell if he’s bullshitting or not, jess just moves on from the painfully uncomfortable conversation & even ignores the way he inadvertently stole a glance at her while she was changing. not like there’s a whole lot to see, anyways, so she isn’t all that pissed off.
that’s the story she’ll go with, at least. that’s what she’ll tell herself.
“ i’m done. “
she announces, throwing on a jacket & gathering her things. putting off her own hygiene isn’t uncommon, plus she showered late in the evening yesterday. so long as she doesn’t smell offensive, she’s comfortable with forgoing a shower. it’s a testament to how little she tends to care for herself.
pointedly glaring at him, clearly anticipating something, her eyes widen & she leans in, tone scathing & body language questioning his decision to just stand there.
“ let’s go … ?? “