Re: [Jack's: Jack & Cat]
[Well, blood wasn't expected. It was a book, after all, not a knife, and Cat watched it drip, drip, drip. It was enough to bring her anger to a simmer, though it was still there, present and accounted for. She wrapped her arms over her chest, and she regarded him with the universal disdain that was so easily displayed on youthful male faces the world over.] You don't get to decide if I needed to be wound up. Maybe that isn't what I need right now. Did you ever consider that, huh? Did you ever think about the fact that things are shitty enough without a book making them shittier? Fuck you. [But there was little ire there, at the end, because bleeding? Had not been the goal, and whatever anger she had was quickly circling the drain and being replaced by guilt.] If you need stitches, bill me. [There. That was better.]