[/html]Not many could spit shit into his face and eye, but Geneva was one of few who knew of her ability of doing so. Jefferson was no fool; he was no sucker for love, nor was he fallen for the girl beyond his rational capability to handle himself in the midst of it. Against his sarcasm and pessimism was her constant, even balance of a cool optimism. They were like a rushing tide, pushing and pulling at the sand, always at odds with the coastline and yet so easily receding back into the safety of the sea.
"Sometimes you are absolutely ridiculous," she said, and the brute furrowed his brows like a pouting child. That was hardly the intent, of course, but the beast still thinned his eye and heaved a rather pathetic sigh, frustrated by her impudence in the face of his own honestly. She continued on, but despite it his thoughts and beliefs remained solidified, confirmed in concrete within his own mind. The scarred man was stubborn, and Geneva knew it best.
He made a point not to admit to it, however. "Fine," he said flatly, eye returning to the fishing line at the water's crest. He waited a long while, then finally twitched his nose irritably and spoke again. "I don't believe you simply fell from that Quarry. You rescued Addison there. You're not stupid. Neither am I."
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