Morgan wasn’t wrong. Life had value, and despite her thoughts about people in general, she wasn’t an idiot. There were people out there who weren’t bad, even if she couldn’t see that sometimes. A lot of good happened in their dreary world, and denying that would make anyone question her intelligence and wisdom. It was easier to see the bad when horrible things happened, but it was hard for her to muster her distaste for people when they were cradling her and stroking her hair. Had Morgan a better angle, the surprise on her features would have been evident.
Jerusalem always swung back and forth like a pendulum when it came to her disposition and outlook. Sometimes it seemed as though she was bitter and was nothing more than an addict who was done with caring about anything other than pleasure. There were also times when people convinced her that maybe doing some good here and there wasn’t bad—she didn’t know.
”…Okay, but if you blue ball me again, I’m going to start saying no. And I understand what you mean, sometimes it's hard to think like that, though,” she said in response, draping her arms back around her as though attempting to deny her even the chance at creating space between them once more.
”I like the idea of getting you used to it, honestly, that sounds fun~,” she cooed in response, craning her head to rest it on her shoulder. ”Really, who wouldn’t still want you?”
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