[ It's fine, he's been regularly hanging out at the pool area, for some reason??? It's probably because he doesn't like to be around people in small spaces very much actually, but since they're confined to the motel for the weekend, the pool area is at least open enough that it's not so noisy and he can actually hear himself think.
So following their... impromptu ice cream party (what the fuck was that, anyway), it's no surprise that it's one of the first places that he heads off to. It helps that his room is nearby, too? ]
Jay. [ The greeting is returned with another nod, one that's definitely more civil than the last time they've run into each other in the same place.
What do you know, maybe actually properly talking to each other instead of snarking pays off, even if it's in the context of a fucking murder trial.
But yeah, anyway, after that, he's going to go back to what he was doing before, which is to flick through one of the books that he's requested from the front desk, occasionally penning down whatever thoughts he has in quick, precise strokes of Japanese on paper that he's pilfered from the dining hall yesterday.
If he looks up and Jay is still there, he's just going to. You know. Gesture at the empty seat opposite him because it's empty and Jay, why are you still standing?
At least he tolerates your presence enough to offer you a seat??? ]
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So following their... impromptu ice cream party (what the fuck was that, anyway), it's no surprise that it's one of the first places that he heads off to. It helps that his room is nearby, too? ]
Jay. [ The greeting is returned with another nod, one that's definitely more civil than the last time they've run into each other in the same place.
What do you know, maybe actually properly talking to each other instead of snarking pays off, even if it's in the context of a fucking murder trial.
But yeah, anyway, after that, he's going to go back to what he was doing before, which is to flick through one of the books that he's requested from the front desk, occasionally penning down whatever thoughts he has in quick, precise strokes of Japanese on paper that he's pilfered from the dining hall yesterday.
If he looks up and Jay is still there, he's just going to. You know. Gesture at the empty seat opposite him because it's empty and Jay, why are you still standing?
At least he tolerates your presence enough to offer you a seat??? ]