Jessie offers nothing but an enthusiastic smirk in response, their grin widening at the sight of their mutual excitement. They cannot contain the squeal of joy that also emerges in response, once he concedes to their suggestion, as they practically bounce their way from the kitchen into the living room. Not wanting to waste any precious time, it doesn’t take log for them to indulge in each of the contents in their hands, the potency of the brownies and the beverage impacting them almost immediately. They are equally quick to settle into the pile of blankets and pillows, curling up against Freddy once he takes a seat beside them.
His comment isn’t particularly humorous, but Jessie cannot help but burst into a fight of giggles at his reaction. The more they try to control themselves, or offer some explanation as to what has overcome them, the harder it is to maintain any semblance of composure. It is a lost cause at this point, and they cease any effort to try and do so. As the contents of the bag and their glasses disappear, so do any of their lingering inhibitions. They are quick to take advantage of the moment, settling their head upon his lap before pushing away at the blankets and wrapping their arms around his waist.
It was a nice feeling, not being weighed down by that which would otherwise threaten to consume them. The things that kept them from doing and saying what they so often thought about, but never quite felt the courage to speak aloud or act upon. Perhaps it was the extra dose of liquid courage, or feeling truly at ease. It was entirely possible it was a combination of both, though they had a sneaking suspicion it was mostly on account of being able to spend time alone in Freddy’s company, and to be in such close proximity to him while doing so. Before managing to loose their nerve like they usually did, Jessie turns their gaze upwards. “Freddy, darling? Can I… um, can I ask you something?”
the moment is nice and he feels as though the blankets that are covering them are also surrounding his entire world right now. he is not very much one to let go and live in the moment, ocd and anxiety often taking what’s best of him and causing him to overthink and make the world seem edgy in a bad way. right now though, be it the weed, alcohol, company or all three in a gooey combination, he isn’t sure, but everything feels softer. he feels more at ease, especially as jessie wraps their arms around him and he can lean into the touch of another human for a moment and not feel the impulse to push away.
“hm?” he asks then as he hears the question, for a moment unsure if he even heard something or if he imagined it. the weed is truly getting to him and everything feels so nice. he feels as if everything moves in slowmotion which isn’t a bad thing but a good thing, for a moment nothing of the stress that often fills life are allowed in. “ask something? yeah... i guess so...” he says then, once his brain has worked out that they actually were saying something to him and he wasn’t just imagining it, his fingers playing with their hair. “i might not be good at answering... but i will try..” a snort escapes him then.
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