MCA #4, Saturday Afternoon
Jul. 17th, 2021 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weirderthanthouThe raccoons had been defeated, the lost had been catapulted - or telekinetically hurled - back to the surface, and James seemed in one piece. If definitely in need of a sandwich.
So was Jesse. She hadn't seen her apartment much in the past few days, and she kind of longed for the quiet right now. Sure, quiet didn't usually involve other people, but James...
James was quiet too.
"Here we are," she said. "I might even still have some pastrami in the fridge."
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So was Jesse. She hadn't seen her apartment much in the past few days, and she kind of longed for the quiet right now. Sure, quiet didn't usually involve other people, but James...
James was quiet too.
"Here we are," she said. "I might even still have some pastrami in the fridge."
[[ for bucky. ]]
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Date: 2021-07-30 09:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-07-30 02:40 pm (UTC)Oh.
That really wasn't that easy to answer, was it? He trailed off, staring forward at the wall.
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Date: 2021-07-30 02:45 pm (UTC)Jesse took a sip from her bottle and waited.
Maybe I should ask him if he wants another sandwich?
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Date: 2021-07-30 02:57 pm (UTC)(Nothing about this was fine.)
"'Cause it hurts too much," he said. Gruff, sad, exhausted.
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Date: 2021-08-02 05:57 pm (UTC)"Is time helping?" she asked.
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Date: 2021-08-02 08:40 pm (UTC)He let his chin tilt down again, rubbed his hand over his face.
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Date: 2021-08-12 06:29 am (UTC)