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staggers late season developments willy nilly or post s2 kevin gets away whocares

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[ kevin's in the wind and it wreaks havoc on her goddamn ptsd. trish is holed up in a safehouse and checks in hourly, leaving messages if jess doesn't pick up. she does, every time, and cuts the hours apart by the appearance of trish's name on her phone rather than any number on the screen. first thing she did when she got home the afternoon kilgrave escaped was draw her blinds to block as much of the sun as possible, like she could ignore the passage of time completely if she could form and find a corner dark enough to drink in and gather her thoughts.

jess falls in and out of sleep with her back to the wall and her ass on the floor, draining a bottle of wild turkey. at times, she shakes herself awake consciously, and at others she's shocked into alertness by dreams slipping to the forefront of her brain: kilgrave waltzing through the door, or her phone buzzing to life with an unknown caller. every time she opens her eyes, she's alone.

enough calls from trish pass by that jess stops counting. she disappears to sleep and checks in several hours later. 5:56am. their conversation is curt, mostly on jess's end; trish tells her she'll figure out a way to get cash out and to jess by noon so she has the funds to track kilgrave down. which means packing. when they're done, jess swears and drags herself to her feet and to her bedroom, flicking the light on and squinting as her eyes adjust. first things first: she crosses to her night stand to hook her phone up to her charger, her silhouette bleeding crosswise onto the blinds. ]