[ Jill can not just see it but she also feels it. ]

Alright, how about what do you like? Or think you might like? We'll go from there.

Well, Lapis, how 'bout what you know you like? What flavors do you wanna try? If you don't know, that's fine. I'll go for it myself without the strain on you, yeah? Because this isn't about what I like -- it's about what'll be good for you, yeah?

[ Food is bullshit, she can totally understand that! ]

Hey. That's alright. What matters is you and how you feel. If alternatively a fight is what you crave? Let me know, yeah?

[ Jill is just a touch disappointed but she fights against it. Guess who doesn't know how to make friends!! Answer: her. But she tried and she can't be disappointed in that. ]

You don't gotta thank you. You're dealing with some shit now, right?

Fair. Just what I'm good at, you know? Unfortunately I don't have many skills or interests outside of work.

[ She used to like wrestling, but what is more embarrassing than saying you're into that? Non-competitive or otherwise. Gross. Still Jill is very clearly being softer than she might with anyone else. She obviously is selective, huh! ]

Yeah, I get it. Especially with feelings involved, right? It gets... strange. It's how I died. Feelings.

Ha! Yeah, I feel the same, you know? I don't know what happened to me, but I ain't gonna let it slip through my fingers. I just want to live the best way I can.

[ Frankly? Jill is flattered by "good," even ignoring the "very." She's not exactly shy or the type to think herself less than she is, but no one ever compliments her.

So, naturally, her face is as red as a tomato. Cool!!! ]

Hey. It's what I'm doing my best to offer, you know? Though I... I don't know. I made a decision and it went dark. Between you and me. It's some time ago now. But I made the decision, you know? For the one that mattered.

Do it again. No second thoughts.

[ More than anything, she want to let Chris know how she feels. No matter what destroys her or pulls her. Those feelings don't matter. All that matters are those feelings she has for him.

She'll always wait. Just as he did for her. ]

Thanks, though... [ There's a sad hopefulness; dark, drenched in suffering. She tries to hide it but it's clear she's not as excellent at it as she thinks she might be. ] I get it. That's sort of my point. Never been the best at this sort of thing but I think that's... what makes me good? at it. Because I don't expect you to give me your soul. Just want to... ah, make it easier, I guess? If it makes sense.

[ Feelings are bullshit, yeah? She gets that, at least. ]

Ha, well, thanks. Doin' my best. [ There's a bright feeling about her. Something warmer in her expression and delighted, though not extreme or forced. ] Christ, how awkward. But you're the first I've told about what I went through. Figure it makes sense.

Ha, well, thanks. Appreciated. And I'm serious. If you wanna shoot the shit -- figuratively or literally with a gun -- it's alright by me. Just so you know.