our conversations ain't long but you know what is (fearisgone) wrote in immune_ic,
"Could be," Jax said to whether the booze might be the reason for the make-out fest. "But it might not be." He sounded fairly nonchalant, and it was seeming to him that Nick wasn't overly phased by the whole thing, either. He wasn't really into making a big deal about stuff, because that was something adults did, right? Jax only wanted to be grown up if he could be cool, not dopey and having to talk everything to death like they did in daytime dramas like his grandma had used to watch. It had always amused him how the actors and actresses' eyes moved back and forth like ping pong balls while they were staring into the eyes of their lovers, and he'd wondered if that was something they taught in low-budget acting school.
Jax, of course, was going to reply to the question she asked. His tongue often got him in trouble, but that had never stopped him before. "Hmm, if I had to speculate, I'd say abs and asses," he told her. "That's just guesswork, and I might change it when I know you better." No way was he going to say he thought she liked dick, even as a joke, because she might take that as him calling her a skank, and clearly someone who hadn't even kissed anyone before probably hadn't done anything else, either. So he was relatively satisfied with his answer.
"Right?" he agreed to her comment about anything zombiefied being unappealing. Jax smiled again when she put her head on his shoulder, perfectly content with the situation. He attempted to focus his eyes on the screen, but he was having trouble due to excessive tiredness. As soon as their talking died down, his eyelids started to droop. Maybe he could close them for just a minute, he thought. It was so comfortable sitting cuddled up like this, and within the next two or three minutes, his propped-up head began to droop, too, until his cheek was resting against the top of her head.