Stupid. Again.

"No, I've spent the last seventy years or so trying to get it to work for me, and had only minimal success." Jesse laughed quietly at some remembered joke, his finger touching his arm.

An hour passed as we both waited for my thoughts to become less scrambled. Somehow, I felt, he knew exactly what I thought. And still he didn't burn.

I sighed quietly, and he seemed to hear me, looking down at me curiously.

"I just wish that I hadn't rushed into this..." I said with another sigh, and he looked away, his jaw set angrily. But not before I saw the look in his eyes. He thought I was stupid.

Well, it's not the first time.

The End

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