MCA #4, Thursday Evening
Nov. 28th, 2024 12:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weirderthanthouIt'd been... a couple of years since that one time James showed up for Thanksgiving out of nowhere. And Jesse hadn't really wanted to impose herself on him, with everything that was going on with him in Wakanda and everything and-- and somewhere around noon she'd finally found the courage to send off a few texts.
And then she'd rushed around the house, cleaned up some stuff, put in a delivery order at the Thai place because Thai seemed... fine? For Thanksgiving?
I have no idea.
All the rushing around saved her from thinking too much about Dylan. About how he was probably still in a coma, somewhere... somewhere in the Oldest House, with the Hiss sliding around the halls, and...
Luckily, James knocked before she could get drawn too far into that thought.
She opened the door. Let him in.
It was... a nicer Thanksgiving than she'd had-- in a couple of years.
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And then she'd rushed around the house, cleaned up some stuff, put in a delivery order at the Thai place because Thai seemed... fine? For Thanksgiving?
I have no idea.
All the rushing around saved her from thinking too much about Dylan. About how he was probably still in a coma, somewhere... somewhere in the Oldest House, with the Hiss sliding around the halls, and...
Luckily, James knocked before she could get drawn too far into that thought.
She opened the door. Let him in.
It was... a nicer Thanksgiving than she'd had-- in a couple of years.
[[ establishy, Bucky modded with permission ]]
