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Originally Posted by
Mad Eye Touz 
"I'm not going to hit you, Jimmy," Neptune sighed. She WANTED to, and she was sure at least for a moment it'd feel good. But long run? She'd never forgive herself. Neptune reached a hand up, also noting the difference in heights now, and pressed her palm to his cheek. "It's just... you HURT me. I want you to HURT, too, and you don't. You're just fine. You'll just to add another girl and be fine. Or several more girls." It was so unfair.
"Can you at least not talk badly about me to all of them? You are right about me not having friends. You saying mean things about me to them probably doesn't help."
This felt like a farewell. A goodbye. Why did it feel that way? Why was Neptune DOING IT? Her big blue eyes, the ones trained on Jim like super magnets, began to fill with tears again. Her thumb trailed across his line of freckles, over his cheek bone. Her Jim.
He gaped at her. Fine?
Fine? Was that a joke?
"You don't think you hurt me?"
He was just.... needing a moment to digest that. He was not fine. NOT at all fine. He'd.... tried to hide it and apparently done so well that she couldn't even tell how irritatingly messed up over it he was. His stomach was churning over it. He needed to distract himself from thoughts about Neptune so much that he was actually studying.
"I don't wanna add anyone else." He didn't. It wasn't like that. Even when he'd still been supremely angry at her, the things he'd done had been more an attempt to convince himself that everything was fine, that he was not bothered, than to fool her.
"I don't talk badly about you." He shook his head. He tried his best lately not to talk to anyone about her because... he felt it was completely obvious how... pathetic over it all he was. Brody was the only one he'd actually said anything at all to, about Neptune. But again, that was different. He'd known her for an eternity and he had to explain.... why he felt bad about certain things. Regrets. And stuff.
"I'm not fine." He added, grudgingly. It was a hard thing to admit for Jimmy. He blinked at her as she traced his features. What was she doing? Better question, what was
he doing? She was crying again, and Jimmy? He didn't mean it, it was just.... he did it anyway, kissing one of her eyelids and then the other, tasting salty tears, trying to make them go away.
.... nobody saw that right? Nobody saw him having a heart?