Jack wraps his arm around her waist, automatically tugging her in against him, his chin against her shoulder.
"We're seeing how it goes," he says, softly. "He wants to date, this time? I don't...We'll see how it goes. How Poison goes."
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Jack wraps his arm around her waist, automatically tugging her in against him, his chin against her shoulder.
"We're seeing how it goes," he says, softly. "He wants to date, this time? I don't...We'll see how it goes. How Poison goes."