Re: Log, pizza reunion?: Jason T & MJ W
[MJ's voice was funneled by her arms, sounding more distant than it was when she finally answered:] No. [Her head popped up then and she stood, sliding her back up along the house until she was on her feet. Her eyes were ringed red and she sniffled, unladylike as fuck, before twisting her fingers into her sweater sleeves.
She tried a smile, uncaring if it looked incongruent on her face. It wasn't desperate, because MJ Watson was never that, but it held the honesty of sadness like a crucible. She smeared her mascara with a palm.] Want to get a drink? [She held up her hands, like she knew he was going to say no, because of Gwen—and she really couldn't handle any more rejection tonight.] You can keep the jacket on. I just need to get out of here. And warm.