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.