[ Jane immediately squeals, “That’s cheating!” before giggling and curling on herself automatically, before relaxing and uncurling when he releases. She stares right back at him as he stares at her, too, and she sighs contentedly. This doesn’t fix the trauma of what she’s been through; it can’t erase it; but it makes it bearable. Survivable, if such a thing applies to someone already dead.

And his eyes really are so, so blue. She knows that, of course, but with his face inches from hers, it’s even more obvious.

When he suggests she start tattooing people, though, her eyes lit up. Really, her whole face does, like somebody switched a light on inside her head. ]

Wait. Nobody else does tattoos in Hell? But it’s, like… Hell. [ Jane laughs incredulously. Then her voice softens. ] Jesse, that’s a great idea. You can be my business manager.

Or I could teach you! To do tattoos. You’re already an okay [ she’s not actually winking when she says that, but by her tone of voice she must as well be ] artist. I’m sure you’d pick up on it, like, eventually.

[ Jane enjoys the feeling of Jesse’s hand on her cheek for just a moment before reaching out with both hands to hug him close. ]

Hey, I know it’s super rude to just invite yourself over to somebody else’s house— or demonic cruise ship cabin— but would it be okay with you if I stayed here for more then just tonight?

[ Jane won’t say it out loud, but she doesn’t think she’s ready to be alone by herself, not just yet. ]