( week 3 ) sunday afternoon, jay

[wristbands]

[so that was. a lot. that's really all that needs to be said on the matter.

when they are all back at the motel, instead of letting him seek her out, she is approaching him first, for once. her eyes are still puffy from crying, her voice still strained from yelling.]

Hey... thanks. For earlier.

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[ninjay]

[ look. jay can be an asshole a lot of the time, but he's not enough of a jerk to kick someone when they're down. chie was suffering. ]

Anyone would have done it. I was just faster.

[wristbands]

Still, it was you in the end.

[... she doesn't let him reply, instead quickly shifting the topic.]

And I'm sorry. It shouldn't have been him up there.

[ninjay]

It shouldn't have been any of you. None of us should be here in the first place.

[ but this is their life now, whether they volunteered or not. ]

We'll make sure Jake's okay.

[wristbands]

[all she has to say in response to his first sentiment is a slow, knowing nod; it's all she can muster.]

Do you know how he's doing?

[ninjay]

He's very strong, but he doesn't think he is.

[ jay is... honestly pretty fond of jake, he's a good roommate. ]

However, that experience has obviously... [ messed him up. ]

[wristbands]

Not like he can really have time to "relax" in this piece of shit world...

[she hesitates for a bit, trying to read jay's expression for anything]

If you want someone to help keep an eye out for him, you know I'm here. It's the least I can do—any of us could do.

[ninjay]

... I'd appreciate it.

[ he sounds genuine. ]

He is already at a disadvantage, considering he only has one leg.