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[ It merits thinking about and while he does that, Jess has a swig from her half-empty bottle. The two of them seat together doesn't remind her of anything, blissfully. She resented being his balm back in Reims because no one could ever be hers. She got what she could from him anyway. Here she doesn't need to use anyone like that yet sometimes she misses him. Still can't tell if it's really him she misses or just how, very occasionally, he could distract her from the pain of living, but the fact that none of her one night stands here have been repeats is sufficiently telling. Maybe she wouldn't obfuscate it this aggressively if he weren't here. If he got out, like Trish and Poe and Luke. All no doubt leading better lives, even that kooky one that thought he was from outer space. ]

Then don't. [ Just for tonight. Or play it by ear. Jess's expectation of a no hasn't gone anywhere and she's able to look him full in the face, his beard scraping her chin with the slight turn of her head. ]