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Veronica Sawyer believes that there is good in everyone. Even the worst people that can roam the planet. Even the people that manipulate you. The ones that plan to kill every asshole (who may well still have good in them, in Veronica’s eyes) in sight. She believes there is still good in Jason Dean.
She believes that despite the heavy ton of shit he’s been through, and the heavy ton of shit he’s out her through, he can still be a good person.
And with that belief, Veronica came up with a plan.
A classic game of 36 Questions would be the first step into seeing further into J.D. and what makes him turn. And hopefully that’s more than slushies and bombing high schools, she hopes.
She’ll use the 36 Questions as a lifeline to seek out the good that may remain in Jason Dean, the one whom she allegedLy ‘Carved open his heart and left him to bleed’, when in reality, it was the other way around. But, hey, maybe this was the first step to heal that wound.
So here she was. Answering the door to the man she swore she loved and hated in the space of a few weeks. It was bittersweet for her, she didn’t want him to die, no one deserves to. Yet, the things he has done and could’ve done and may well do in the future make that belief waver.
J.D. smiled when she opened the door. Veronica was always a good sight for him, his favourite view, no matter how much she went against him, he loved that girl.
He was slightly hunched over a wooden cane, after all, Veronica did shoot him only a few weeks prior and in a place that was nearly fatal.
“Apologises for my lateness, dreadful etiquette, I know.” He let out a small chuckle, holding his chest while he did, “The doctors told me that I am in fact legally disabled, so take that as my excuse.”
Veronica’s lips curled, a flash of guiltiness striking in her eyes. “I can’t say you didn’t have it coming.” She remarked dryly, stepping aside for him to step inside, which he did, or more hobbled, the wood of the cane clacking against the wooden floorboard.
J.D. took in the scent of her home. A pleasant one, yet one connoted with unpleasant memories. He hung up his coat and slipped his boots off, placing them gently over by the coat hanger. He looked up to see Veronica staring at him, almost studying him like she would a Shakespeare play. He returned the glare with a wry smile, letting out a throaty laugh.
“Like what you see, Sawyer?” He cocked head at her, stepping forward.
She quickly looked away, not answering his question. “Let’s just do what we came here for.” Veronica bluntly reminded, leading him to her living room, which had a sheet of paper with the numbers 1-36 going down in columns, along with their own questions.
”Alrigh’ then, skip the foreplay.” He teased, almost collapsing onto one side of the couch, clearly relieved after standing for too long, letting his cane rest against the arm of it.
She rolled her eyes, doing the same on the other end, just less nonchalantly. “I was going to offer you a glass of water but I’m having second thoughts now.”
”Awh, don’t be like that, Ronnie, I’m just trying to make this more lighthearted.”
”No, you’re just trying to cover up the things you did.” She stood up. “I’m going to get you water because I pity that you can barely even do that,” she gestured to her previous movement, ”without falling over.”.
J.D. chuckled at the truth of the statement, watching her as she poured two glasses of water and set them on the coffee table.
”Well then, since we’re skipping the foreplay, let’s begin, shall we? “