Marco's gesture was touching, and Juno was glad that she could trust him with her innermost terrible thoughts that he wouldn't reject her. She ran a thumb over his cheek again and refrained from once again voice her skepticism about Simms going back to jail.
Sighing, Juno relaxed on the seat as best she could and took a sip of her strawberry shake, which while somehow refreshing and healing, had tasted better in other days. This had nothing whatsoever to do with Jack, though; she knew that much.
"But smoking is good for you." She deadpanned, seeming to remember that in the fifties people actually thought this. They smoked everywhere on that annoying show she hadn't lasted a full season of - Mad Max? No, Mad Men. Although that was the sixties, but who gave a shit. Juno continued to deadpan. "And cool."