Clayton and Jessica Jones
In truth, Jessica Jones had a short fuse and a temper like a hurricane. She wasn't much for people or socializing with them. People tended to come and go too frequently in her world for her to care too much or at all. Trish seemed to be the only human who'd managed to wrangle a sort of hold over her heart.
"Works for me. I can't cook worth shit anyway," Jessica replied. "So, uh, thanks." It was awkward for Jess to appear grateful to anyone, but this was mostly due to the fact her personality didn't allow her too. In the back of her mind, she liked to think she didn't need help from anyone and if anyone offered, being who she was, it was best not to accept. People died around her entirely way too easy..