INCHES, MILES, DAYS, WEEKS, YEARS --WHAT MORE COULD HE WANT? what kind of fucking question was that in regards to the people she cared about most? some days, she wishes he could keep his mouth shut. at the same time, scott can deliver a swift kick in her ass if she really needed him to. barreling down ninety-second, through patches of crowds that pass her by, she kept her hand in her jacket and the other pinned a phone to her ear with scott’s voice telling her what she should be hearing. giving up hope wasn’t in her plan, approaching the situation as smart as she can was. jessica takes a moment to slow her stroll, letting time pass her for more than a few extra seconds to really let the question set in. how far would you go to protect the ones you love? it sounded villainous out of his mouth. but she knows for a fact that he’s lit up a light bulb in her brain, “ scott, ” she breaths, getting back into her fast pace and moving onto ninety-first, “ don’t ever ask me that again. you know how i am. just as far as you would go for cass. maybe further if you wanna make it a competition. ”