Jade wasn't stupid. She knew that sooner or later, given Dara's horrible habit of not sleeping as heavily as a normal person, he would figure out that she had crawled out of bed before he had. It wasn't the nature of things; she was always snuggled in for hours after he had left the house and gone to work. Because she knew that it was coming she made to effort to try and stop Dara from entering. She wasn't going to bother if it wasn't going to amount to anything, and though she was sure any action against locking the door again would be pointless, she still wished Dara would have stayed in bed and ignored her. Ugh, she was horrible for thinking that. But here he was, drawn into her life again. He was going to get hurt because of her, she just knew it.

For the same reasons she made no effort to keep him out she stayed frozen as he came in and moved to collect her. Her body stayed stiff despite his comforting efforts, and her only reply to his hug was a pathetic sniffle that was not in any way attractive. Part of her felt she was right to be feeling so sorry for herself, and that part stubbornly refused to break and bend to Dara's will. She knew the natural move would be to hug him back, to press herself into his chest and inhale his smell. Instead she stared up at him somewhat blankly, snot joining the array of drips on her stained face, her eyes doing their best to not betray that anything was wrong when it so obviously was.

"I think it's time to tell me what's wrong, yeah?"

It was the way he said it. Like he was merely suggesting they take a walk outside, even though he knew they were going to walk no matter what. He seemed so confident, but he had no idea what his confidence was facing. He was ignorant, and blissful, and Jade was desperately jealous of him.

Finally, she allowed herself to half lean, half crumple into his arms as she used him as a tissue and wiped the drips off her jawline. She didn't care if he had to support half her body weight- she needed to be able to let go, dammit. There was a long pause where she contemplated how to avoid answering him. It wasn't as simple as the usual avoidance, and would be just as if not worse than evading Andrew. Living with a person made lying to them insanely more difficult. Turning to stuff her face back into his bare chest- she noticed in the light that some of her makeup from the previous day had washed off onto his skin- she mumbled a 'nuh uh'. The noise was very five-year-old, but it didn't matter. "I can't," she muttered, pressing her lips to his chest, letting them brush against him in a way that was purely pathetic and by no means sexy. "You'll hate me."