Re: Roof, near a skylight
"Oh hell," Zee laughed under his breath as he did the math. "Dangerous underage fucker, weren't you?" The laugh died again, and he went quiet, as serious as he tended to ever get. "Don't call yourself trash." His eyebrows had inched together, an unhappy crease between them in response to everything that was being said. "And don't go looking for fairy tales where they're not. I'm not cut up about shit." The touch to his chin was light, but the fingers that wrapped around Jules' wrist were strong enough to keep him from moving back. "I don't need your good deeds," he whispered, more intense than anything that could be considered angry, especially when his thumb stroked once over the soft pale skin of inner wrist, across the faint blue veins there.