[ The dog emoji and jerky reference have him thinking one thing, but twizzlers? Jesse frowns vaugely down at his phone for a moment, then shrugs. He'll just have to see what Harley's talking about when he gets there. For now, he has a date to prepare for.
It doesn't take much, honestly. He brushes his teeth and changes into fresh clothes, then runs his fingers through his hair once or twice and he's off, trying to control the sudden butterflies in his stomach. When was the last time he'd gone on an actual date with someone? Let alone someone he likes as much as he likes Harley? He can't even remember.
He stops by the commissary to get some jerky, and when he spots both a bouquet of flowers and a small heart-shaped box of chocolates, he buys both on impulse. Why not? Harley deserves both, especially when he remembers how her face had lit up when he'd offered her that chocolate bar in solitary. Besides, she's probably directly responsible for Jesse earning the credits he'd just spent, considering how they've been striking things off his sentence.
But he doesn't want to think about that right now, either his sentence or how they're literally being paid for having sex here. Like Harley, he doesn't want anything they might do together to be about that. And it's definitely not why he'd asked her on a date.
He reaches her cell with the flowers clutched in one hand and the box of chocolates in the other, the jerky stuffed in his pocket, and hesitates a moment before knocking awkwardly on the door with his elbow, then stepping back, standing up a little straighter as he waits for her to answer. ]
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It doesn't take much, honestly. He brushes his teeth and changes into fresh clothes, then runs his fingers through his hair once or twice and he's off, trying to control the sudden butterflies in his stomach. When was the last time he'd gone on an actual date with someone? Let alone someone he likes as much as he likes Harley? He can't even remember.
He stops by the commissary to get some jerky, and when he spots both a bouquet of flowers and a small heart-shaped box of chocolates, he buys both on impulse. Why not? Harley deserves both, especially when he remembers how her face had lit up when he'd offered her that chocolate bar in solitary. Besides, she's probably directly responsible for Jesse earning the credits he'd just spent, considering how they've been striking things off his sentence.
But he doesn't want to think about that right now, either his sentence or how they're literally being paid for having sex here. Like Harley, he doesn't want anything they might do together to be about that. And it's definitely not why he'd asked her on a date.
He reaches her cell with the flowers clutched in one hand and the box of chocolates in the other, the jerky stuffed in his pocket, and hesitates a moment before knocking awkwardly on the door with his elbow, then stepping back, standing up a little straighter as he waits for her to answer. ]