[If feels almost desperate to Selina, peppered with sweetness that reminds her there's years worth of before between them, but only in the best way. For all that she has made fun of him in the past for being the most bizarre kid in the world, it's not like she's had a normal life; her experiences don't come from holding hands with classmates, or making out in the back of a movie theater. She hasn't even been to school in she doesn't know how long.
But Selina doesn't mind admitting, at least to herself, that this is better.
Her teeth catch briefly at his lower lip; she's certain that the laugh threatening to bubble up from her chest is because of the shots, but when she stops to breathe, she lets it out anyway.]
I'm gonna go to the roof. [After she figures out how the hell to get out of here: she needs to clear her head. The invitation to join her is implicit.]
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But Selina doesn't mind admitting, at least to herself, that this is better.
Her teeth catch briefly at his lower lip; she's certain that the laugh threatening to bubble up from her chest is because of the shots, but when she stops to breathe, she lets it out anyway.]
I'm gonna go to the roof. [After she figures out how the hell to get out of here: she needs to clear her head. The invitation to join her is implicit.]