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[handleyourshit]

  


This is Rosita.  I'll hit you back when I can.

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[handleyourshit]

She has an opinion on that future for herself. With anyone else she might at least have considered saying it, but this is Jesus. Any loss she feels is just that, a feeling, while his loss is very, very real.

She smiles back, gentle in a way few people see from her. She appreciates that, even if she's still caught in worrying about whether or not she even actually has one, or what it looks like.

"No one's taken their clothes off here yet," she points out. "But I bet it's coming. I don't want them to make us try to do anything together."

[hippie_ninja]

"Hakkyuu's over there," he nods slightly. "I'll be okay with him."

[handleyourshit]

"Good." She doesn't know Hakkyuu, but as far as just sex goes, Jesus can handle himself. She just needs to not screw him up, if that's even a possibility here.

She doesn't trust it. She stands instead, leans across the table, and slides her fingers gently through Jesus's hair so she can kiss the top of his head affectionately.

She leans her forehead there for a moment, lingering, before she straightens up.

"Remember, we promised." To touch base afterwards, somewhere, somehow, even if it's just a text.

[hippie_ninja]

"I'll come to you," he promises, hand at the back of her head until she draws away. Then he composes himself and gets up to go to Hakkyuu instead, still within eyesight of Rosita.