JESS ? FALLING ASLEEP ON THE JOB ? NEVER ! it wouldn’t be the first time , and it wouldn’t be the last . he’s just … so tired . ( did he get any sleep last night ? he can’t remember , but the answer was likely no . ) the stake out so far was proving fruitless , his head ached , it was late , and the side of the widow he leaned against was so comfortable … despite the paper cup of coffee that his palm rested around , jess finds his head dipping low and his eyes drifting shut . only for a second . a minute , maybe . he awakes with a START , sitting up and immediately feeling the need to catch his breath . ❛ JESUS ––––– FUCK . ❜ he half mumbles , half groans . eyes find vida’s and he grabs his lukewarm coffee and takes a half - hearted sip . ❛ can this guy just fuckin’ cheat or not already , i’m this close to reading that safety manual out of boredom . ❜ head nods vaguely in the direction of the glovebox of his shitty car that housed nothing but take - out - menus , outstanding tickets , un - paired black gloves , empty soda & water bottles , gum wrappers , a gun , some book he’d stolen from the library years ago about some complicated mathematic system he had flipped through in moments of pure boredom and desperation , and the aforementioned safety manual . he had slid down in his seat during his brief slumber , so now jess pulled his legs up and landed his boots on the dashboard in front of him . ( for someone who spent a lot of time fixing cars , he really didn’t give a fuck when it came to his own sometimes . ) elbow anchors on the side of the door and he absent - mindedly chews at a hang nail on his thumb as he swivels back to look at vida . ❛ i hate the suburbs … you know , my mom moved out to the ‘burbs in california . we think . i honestly would rather die . ❜ his voice still contains a quality of sleep to it , and maybe it’s because of that sleep , that eroding tiredness , that he really doesn’t register his words as they leave his mouth . / @griefmade .
IDLE HANDS PLAY WITH THE NOTEPAD in her lap , dark lashes flutter to meet the eyes on her as she shakes her head at the frustrated expletives that spill from jess' lips . it’s been a while since either of them has spoken , it tends to happen when stakeouts go on for too long . the conversation runs dry , joke arsenals deplete , junk food loses all its appeal & their respective theories on whether they think the douche they’re surveilling did or did not do it has been argued about . fatigue of sitting in the same spot for over twelve hours has kicked in and coffee’s unfortunately long since stopped working its magic . she’s about to laugh it off , throw an empty mars wrapper at him and tell him she’ll go do another perimeter check for an opportunity to stretch her legs ; when his words catch her off guard . profile cocks slightly to the right but her demeanour doesn't change . any and all thoughts that occupied her mind have now left . he doesn't mention her often , in fact she can count on one hand the instances jess has brought her up since vida's known him , mostly unintentionally . she'd be lying if she said the urge to dig for information on his behalf hasn't popped into her head once or twice . but she won’t , that level of betrayal isn't something you can just come back from and though the questions bounce around in her head , she'll never ask . the answers aren't worth the devastation that will take hold of his features when he realises what he's talking about . ❛ yeah ? ––––– i think i lived in the suburbs once . . . y ' know , before the fire . ❜ she reminisces casually , shifting in her seat , the words feel bitter on her tongue . funny though , isn't it ?? how she's lived in so many houses in neighbourhoods she wishes she could forget , but the one she's desperate to remember she just can’t seem to .
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