[Maybe ... maybe if she shows him. No bite. Maybe he'll calm the fuck down. SLOWLY, so slowly, she reaches for her sleeve and pulls it up. Then she slowly unwraps part of the bandage. It's all purpley on top and red all over. Creepy, infected-looking, but no bite marks]
Jess, come on. You can trust me. We're friends, right? Dude, seriously. Don't-- just stay here.
[She knows that look. She knows he's gonna just fucking bolt.] Don't go.
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Jess, come on. You can trust me. We're friends, right? Dude, seriously. Don't-- just stay here.
[She knows that look. She knows he's gonna just fucking bolt.] Don't go.