our conversations ain't long but you know what is (fearisgone) wrote in immune_ic,
"'Course he would," Jax said with bravado. Or not. He didn't think Zach exactly disliked him, but he knew he could be hard to take at times. Jax could run on and on until he reached a point where even he became aware that he needed to quit and somehow would find himself unable to. He'd always been like that to a degree, and that had been exacerbated post-apocalypse. Whatevs. Jax wasn't inclined to spend a lot of time psycho-analyzing himself.
Jax shrugged when Nick said quirky was another way to say weird. "So?" he said. "I'd take a weird person over a boring one any day. I don't mind being weird." There was weird and then there was weird, like a handful of the kids at his old school who'd been peculiar enough to be in their own worlds; he'd never fallen into the outcast-weird category. He'd been fairly well-liked, not that that mattered now.
Somehow, he found it cute that Nick was so embarrassed by what she'd confessed to him. He almost expected her to pull part of the blanket over her head so she could hide. His expression contained mild amusement as he said, "Yeah, you don't have any excuse at all. No brothers around, and I for one would be happy to kiss you if you wanted." Happy? Yeah, that was an understatement. They had some booze in them, so she could even say later that she hadn't meant to do it, or whatever, or pretend that was the reason why. What more could you want? "Just say the word." He smirked at her, grabbed the bottle for another sip and then offered it her way.