Yo, Jillie!

[rockabillyboy]

She's been home for a week. So far, so good. The meds make her heavy in the evenings, so Jack's been venturing into the house, up to Jillie's bedroom, which is opposite his old room, to spend time with her before she falls asleep. He's already in pyjamas when he works his way up through the house to Jillie's door. He knocks, but it's more affectation than anything. They've never hidden anything from each other. Never had to.

"Yo, Jillie!" he says, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. "You decent?"

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[hebeimmortalized]

She's sprawled on her bed, wearing pink cotton shorts and a white camisole. She's got jewelry now, more than she'd had before she'd gone into the hospital, but for now, it's in a tangle on her dresser.

"Decent enough," she answers with an easy shrug. She sets aside the paper she's been working on. It's one of their puzzles, even though Jack doesn't put them out in public anymore.

[rockabillyboy]

"Whatever," says Jack, wandering into her room and sprawling on the other side of her bed. She's a little shorter than him, but not by much, a couple of inches. He's always liked that, especially when he compares her to how tiny Bex is. He cranes her neck to look at what she's been doing. He studies it for a moment.

"Home." He grins when he says it.

[hebeimmortalized]

She ducks her face down against the crook of her elbow and grins. "It feels good," she admits. She still sees Dr. Kapoor, all the time, but she's home now. She doesn't have to squirrel away her cigarettes or have chains on her windows anymore.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack reaches out with one lazy hand and brushes his fingers through her dark hair, growing longer all the time. The scars don't bother him as much anymore; they're just a part of who she is now.

"Feels good," he echoes, smiling. "You want to watch a movie or something?"

[hebeimmortalized]

"What can we watch?" she asks. She's still getting used to that, being able to watch whatever she wants whenever she wants. But she has Netflix, now, and that's pretty fucking cool. "I mean, what do you want to watch?" she amends. She reaches up to tug on the loose curls at her nape.

[rockabillyboy]

"I want to watch whatever you want to watch," says Jack, and then he remembers that, sometimes, it's easier on Jillie if he just calls the shots. It's still something that he's getting used to, another difference from when she was a home-coming queen. "What about one of those soppy movies you're totally into? The Notebook? Ryan Gosling's a pretty solidly attractive dude."