Staci honestly wished that he could have argued against what Jess had said. If she let him go, he would have been running to hell and back just to get away from her. Instead of refuting it, he stayed straightfaced, not willing to lie and say he wouldn’t run.
Once again, she was right. He was fatigued. He was dehydrated. He was starving. He was in a shitty state and she called him right out for it. Just like how she gave him a condescending look, he gave her the opposite, eyes full of shame as she looked up to him.
“Don’t rub in the fact I’m starving unless you plan on giving me food and water. That’s the easiest way to get me to trust you.” He looked down at the ground and then back up to Jess.
“Wh-Why are people after me? I’m not special. I’m not one of a kind. There’s no reason to search for me.”
Dark eyes — all light gone from them, only the animal left, a smart creature, but a beast nevertheless — settle on him and she shrugs. The motion breaks out of her other behavior entirely.
"Yeah, sure. You can have something to drink now and food when it stays in."
She's honest about it — it's just that he's asking all the wrong questions. She could, if she wanted to, pour so much bliss into fresh water it'll kill him (or just enough to be docile) and he'd down it right now in his state; but that'd be something humans do to each other. It's nothing that would fit her.
Tongue clicking, she does get up, makes a half turn near dancing.
"Oh, you haven't noticed? Poor baby. Poor poor Staci."
When she filled up a glass with water, she leans back against the sink, looking at him. She's not going to deny him — she's just contemplating how to do it. There's no way she's gonna untie him just yet, and straws are — definitely not a thing down here. Mhh.
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