No, Clark. No. You do not get to make her feel sorry for you. Part of it were things she empathized with. She knew what it was like to have someone look at you like you might hurt them, just because you could. Like the fact that you existed was somehow enough to ruin their lives, that safe little bubble they'd built for themselves. She still remembered the look Mrs. Walker had given her after she'd thrown her, literally, off of Trish. Once people knew what she could do, they were afraid of her.

The shitty thing about fear was that it turned into hate. She watched Clark as he took out the trash and she thought to herself that if she was a better person, if she wasn't the human stain that she was, she'd go over and offer him a hug. She'd do something that showed that he wasn't alone.

But Jessica sucked at anything involving feelings, because feelings were raw and it was the only thing she felt vulnerable around. So instead, she watched Clark leave the apartment to get rid of the garbage, and she had a mental picture of where she should be in that moment. In the bag. "And what do you plan on doing here? Moving on? Seems like you're setting up shop to me."