[ He listens. He's not ignoring what she says and he'd never ignore who she is, the kind of experiences that have formed her. People are the way they are for a reason, one of the first lessons his mother had ever taught him. It didn't make things right when they were wrong, but realizing it had a source instead of some strange ineffible THING meant it was easier to get your hands around. In the case of Jessica, it helped him be patient.
He doesn't like what she mentions. Shot, cut up, hit. Doesn't like it at all, but he has a feeling she'd flip if she knew some of the things he'd lived through. Died by. He won't mention them here, and the mention of the nuke had mostly been to try and draw her away from the seriousness. But he nods to what she's saying, to how she sees them.
She's more than a friend to him too. ]
Good thing I'm not going anywhere, then. It'll give you time to get used to it.
[ He's going to lean up to press just one more kiss. ]
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He doesn't like what she mentions. Shot, cut up, hit. Doesn't like it at all, but he has a feeling she'd flip if she knew some of the things he'd lived through. Died by. He won't mention them here, and the mention of the nuke had mostly been to try and draw her away from the seriousness. But he nods to what she's saying, to how she sees them.
She's more than a friend to him too. ]
Good thing I'm not going anywhere, then. It'll give you time to get used to it.
[ He's going to lean up to press just one more kiss. ]