She was too frazzled to keep up her usually-hard appearance, settling for smushing her face into his chest. She kept it more to one side, the bruise on her cheek starting to feel tender.
“Mmph…figures, hey?” She mumbled into his shirt, going a tiny bit limp- only for a moment. “Guess I’m just irresistible to the men here.” It was a sarcastic half-joke, though she had a feeling it would upset him more than anything.
“Can you walk me home? They chased me out of my garage and I couldn’t grab my zoomer.” She couldn’t seem to get her spunk back, her voice sounding flat and tired. Pulling back from his hold, she wiped the blood on her lip with the back of her hand.
Jak had frowned slightly at the joke, his brow furrowing as the humor sailed past him. After a moment he sighed, then nodded. A moment later he’d ducked down, his arm sweeping her legs out from under her, and he was carrying her bridal-style, his face ending up inches from hers.
“I’ll walk home, yeah. You don’t have to, though.”
