Jerry Wooters (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thelongdormantcop) wrote2013-01-30 04:59 pm
thelongdormantcop) wrote2013-01-30 04:59 pm
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If he's honest, Jerry doesn't have the first idea what he thinks he's doing. That isn't much of a surprise, though. Whatever seems like it should be self-explanatory with Grace, he doesn't really know what they're doing, either, none of that having been clarified since she showed up. He just hasn't been in a hurry to change that. The last time he asked what they were doing, everything went to hell pretty quickly, and what he does know is that this isn't what it was before. He isn't just some secret she's keeping this time; as far as he's aware, there isn't anyone else, either, though he isn't just going to assume that will stay the case. There's still plenty he can't give her.
Right now, it's just the former that matters most. He hasn't been checking his mail very often, since there isn't really anyone here who would be sending him anything, but he thought to on a whim today and wound up glad for it, finding an invitation there for some kind of party. The names on it aren't ones he recognizes, but given that he's received an invitation in spite of that, he has a feeling it doesn't matter, that the pair arranging the event probably invited everyone, which means there's no reason not to go. What's more, there's no reason he can't go with Grace, which is more than enough to make him want to. He's been in public with her since she got here, and that in itself is something he's still grateful for, but he hasn't really gotten to take her out yet. This is as good an excuse as any to change that. Though it's difficult to gauge from an invitation, it seems more like their style than a lot of what's in this city, anyway.
He'd meant to stop by anyway, so at least it isn't like he's gone out of his way just to ask her out. This, he feels considerably more sure about, too. He might not know much about Grace, but he knows pretty well what she's like, and he saw how many shopping bags she had at the mall the first day she went out. It seems incredibly unlikely that she would even have thought to prioritize something like groceries. Of the two of them, he's the one who's employed, waiting on his first paycheck, and he's needed a lot less in the way of clothes and accessories than she has. Besides, though he spent a lot of it on the hotel room, there's still a little money left over from everything he sold after his own arrival, so it's nothing to pick up a few things for her while buying food for himself, just some basics to make sure her shelves stay stocked. Though he can't and never will be able to take her out to expensive restaurants like Mickey could, he can at least make sure she has enough to eat.
A paper bag held in one arm, two plastic ones in his other hand, he knocks on her door as well as he can manage. "Grace?" he calls, considering a moment later that she might not be in and hoping she is. "It's me."
Right now, it's just the former that matters most. He hasn't been checking his mail very often, since there isn't really anyone here who would be sending him anything, but he thought to on a whim today and wound up glad for it, finding an invitation there for some kind of party. The names on it aren't ones he recognizes, but given that he's received an invitation in spite of that, he has a feeling it doesn't matter, that the pair arranging the event probably invited everyone, which means there's no reason not to go. What's more, there's no reason he can't go with Grace, which is more than enough to make him want to. He's been in public with her since she got here, and that in itself is something he's still grateful for, but he hasn't really gotten to take her out yet. This is as good an excuse as any to change that. Though it's difficult to gauge from an invitation, it seems more like their style than a lot of what's in this city, anyway.
He'd meant to stop by anyway, so at least it isn't like he's gone out of his way just to ask her out. This, he feels considerably more sure about, too. He might not know much about Grace, but he knows pretty well what she's like, and he saw how many shopping bags she had at the mall the first day she went out. It seems incredibly unlikely that she would even have thought to prioritize something like groceries. Of the two of them, he's the one who's employed, waiting on his first paycheck, and he's needed a lot less in the way of clothes and accessories than she has. Besides, though he spent a lot of it on the hotel room, there's still a little money left over from everything he sold after his own arrival, so it's nothing to pick up a few things for her while buying food for himself, just some basics to make sure her shelves stay stocked. Though he can't and never will be able to take her out to expensive restaurants like Mickey could, he can at least make sure she has enough to eat.
A paper bag held in one arm, two plastic ones in his other hand, he knocks on her door as well as he can manage. "Grace?" he calls, considering a moment later that she might not be in and hoping she is. "It's me."