TheClosetKidnapper

Manager.

Jace hesitates. "Revenge. Promises. Peace. Love. Revenge again."

Jason feels her gaze on his hands, unable to stop his right index finger from twitching and sending the whole rest of the hand to blow up in a short ...

Bothersome.

"We had dreams about them." Jace adds.

Puzzle

"I like the future." He replies, looking away. "The big what if. It's one big puzzle..."

Jace flashes a smile and looks at her. "Still."

Jason sighs, looking at her with his eyes set on her chin. "What do you like?"

Jace nods and looks back down. "I hope not. Too many horrors for the life I imagined..."

"Just talk." Jason says. "About anything."

Jace flashes a smile and sets a hand on the side of her face. "Do you think it might be true? A prophecy, perhaps?"

Jace nods, studying her.

Jason laughs and nods, glancing at her before looking at his drink. "So... talk." He says, swaying slightly in his seat. "I don't care what about, just talk."

Jace looks at her, flashing a smile. "Did you...did you happen to have those dreams too?"