[ She doesn't mean to drag him in or disturb him, but she thinks he needs to understand. That he went the same distance for her as she went for him, that he got injured, that he stood aside and dropped his weapons. His current partner didn't partake in battle after a certain point, it was just Chris pleading with her and saying her name with a vulnerability that shouldn't come from a man his size. No weapons, nothing. He just lets her tear him apart as he pleads her to come back, to recognize, to accept and simply be before he is willing to throw aside the fate of the planet so long a she's safe. She bites back at him, pushes him hard for the difference in the size and he hesitantly retreats, albeit with eyes on her like she knows that Jill is lying. That she's not alright, not safe, not likely to make it. But it's so blatant it's for her alone, despite the fact it seems to rip him apart as he heads to the elevator and Jill hits up that other woman, tells her to take care of him before struggling to stand and falling in place.
Left alone in the darkness, it envelops her. At least before Josh shows up. But she still calls Chris's name. ]
...only come back if you want to, alright? Don't come for me, come for yourself. But I... I needed you to understand. He fought for me even after everyone else thought I was dead. I had a gravestone and everyone else, they were fine with it. But he... everything he did for years was to find a clue to where I was. He never gave up on me, you know?
[ Hollow, like she's thought of it before. How quick everyone in her life accepted her death but Chris didn't just play denial or lack acceptance, he fought for her. He didn't care if it drove him made, made him weak, ate him alive. He kept pushing. Red rimmed eyes, lack of sleep, and even as Jill broke his bones he still thought of nothing but her and mad motion to ensure her safety. No matter what.
Jill sits alone with drink in hand, bottle of bourbon on the table beside her. The same as before, where she'd waited for him but staring off as if she might see something against a blank wall. She peers over at him when he comes, taking a long pull from the glass. It does nothing for her now, but there's some familiarity in it. Her smile stumbles and falters and eventually settles somewhere warmer. ]
...hey.
[ Her dog isn't here. Archie's team isn't, either. Just here, alone. Like it seems to always be. ]
seems a lil Soft to me
Left alone in the darkness, it envelops her. At least before Josh shows up. But she still calls Chris's name. ]
...only come back if you want to, alright? Don't come for me, come for yourself. But I... I needed you to understand. He fought for me even after everyone else thought I was dead. I had a gravestone and everyone else, they were fine with it. But he... everything he did for years was to find a clue to where I was. He never gave up on me, you know?
[ Hollow, like she's thought of it before. How quick everyone in her life accepted her death but Chris didn't just play denial or lack acceptance, he fought for her. He didn't care if it drove him made, made him weak, ate him alive. He kept pushing. Red rimmed eyes, lack of sleep, and even as Jill broke his bones he still thought of nothing but her and mad motion to ensure her safety. No matter what.
Jill sits alone with drink in hand, bottle of bourbon on the table beside her. The same as before, where she'd waited for him but staring off as if she might see something against a blank wall. She peers over at him when he comes, taking a long pull from the glass. It does nothing for her now, but there's some familiarity in it. Her smile stumbles and falters and eventually settles somewhere warmer. ]
...hey.
[ Her dog isn't here. Archie's team isn't, either. Just here, alone. Like it seems to always be. ]