Jude
I'll breathe you in like smoke in the backyard light
We used to laugh til we choked, into the wasted nights
Jude is far from an actor, and the stunned expression on his face is rather pathetic as he glances between Flora and Melita, completely taken aback by their easy support of his side of the breakup. "Um...thanks. I wish she'd taken your advice." And given that Harper is now on Jude's shitlist instead of Flora's, well, she has certainly risen in the ranks of his own esteem through this small action alone. We used to laugh til we choked, into the wasted nights
He's not surprised Melita doesn't know, Jude is pretty sure his dad wrote a few letters and simply dipped, so he throws a few more rocks into his satchel and makes an angry sort of noise - the girls have been rather receptive of his petulant anger, and it's nice to actually let it out. "Dad had a mental break or something and abdicated," he bluntly informs the Honeybee. To Flora, his gaze is perhaps a little lost, a touch questioning. "I was gonna stick around, but mostly out of spite," he confesses sheepishly. "I was born here, I don't want to leave. I just don't really know how to help make things better." He assumes that's the topic nobody is really willing to broach - the steady decline of Torchline as a whole.
It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone
So please don't wake me up, 'cause my thrill is gone
So please don't wake me up, 'cause my thrill is gone
