our conversations ain't long but you know what is (fearisgone) wrote in immune_ic,
"I can roll with that," Jax said, amused. "People like what they like. Makes perfect sense to me." Her little eye roll was cute, although she'd probably roll her eyes again if she knew he thought so. He liked how she didn't seem to mind when he randomly babbled about stuff. That had always driven his brother insane, but then people outside your family usually would put up with things better than the people in it.
He snickered when she said her boobs weren't anything to write home about. "I haven't, like, seen 'em so I can't say for sure, but the general rule of boobs is... boobs are awesome. Big, small, in-between. Doesn't matter." In all honesty, had Jax come face to face with Megan Fox, he probably either wouldn't have been able to say a single word or he would've wet his pants or something. Famous, extremely beautiful people weren't real in the same sense that regular people were, in his opinion. Of course, now all the famous people were zombies or dead, which was depressing, but hey, it was what it was. He wasn't uncomfortable at all, because this was a typical Jax conversation.
Jax was about to sigh and poke at her, maybe tease her for whining, when she ordered him to move his legs because she was coming over. She didn't have to tell him twice. He dropped his feet to the floor and shifted around, positioning himself more in the corner of his end of the couch, and when she scooted close enough, he didn't hesitate to loop one arm around her and prop the other one up on the back of the couch so he could rest his head on it. "I was expecting the penguins to come marching out," he said of how cold it was in here, "so this is a lot better." Only problem was that now he really might fall asleep, now that he had someone warm and nice-smelling huddled right next to him.