our conversations ain't long but you know what is (fearisgone) wrote in immune_ic,
"Something cool," Jax told her when asked what a Nick signal would look like. "Maybe with lots of colored lights and stuff." He looked curiously at the bottle she set down, then his eyes lifted to her face again when she moved closer. "Really, you think I'd say something flowery?" he asked. "C'mon. I know better than that." Nick definitely wasn't a pastel-y, flowery sort of girl, and he was glad, because those kinds of girls tended to bore him when it came to more than just casual chit-chat.
Yeah, Jax had a good idea that Nick was messing with him. He'd think she was sick if she didn't. "Yeah, I guess it was," he said to her question of if that was his way of asking her to come and sit down. Like she didn't know that anyway.
He pretended to pout-- something at which he was never very successful, but it was always worth a shot-- when she kept teasing him. "Why would you bother to haul ass all the way over here in the dark if you were going to sit by yourself?" he asked. "That doesn't even make sense. You were supposed to come and get my mind off my bad dreams by sitting very close to me. Very close." Jax couldn't hold the petulant expression and ended up grinning at her. "Would it help if I said please?" he wanted to know.