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Taking the drink from him, she held back her smile seeing the familiar bottle in her hand. Raising an eyebrow as she brought the drink to her lips, drinking it, she looked down at what he was doing. Rolling her eyes, she sighed, walking off into his living room, sitting down on his couch. “What’s the rush, Jules, we have like a million years to do this. Sit down, talk to me, tell me about your life and what you’ve been doing. Come, come.” She patted the spot next to her, smiling up at him, she knew she was going out on a limb here, knowing he hated her and the last thing he probably wanted to do was sit down and talk. But she gave him that look, she was gazing over at him with those eyes, the same ones she gave him while they were still together and the smile she threw his way was one she had not really reserved just for him, but he was one of the very few who ever got to see it.

Julius looked up confused when Kennedy left. "What?" he asked, trying not to let too much of his annoyance into his voice during the question. He sighed when he realized she wasn't going to come back and work on the project with him and got up, following her into the living room without any of his school supplies. He raised an eyebrow at her sudden change of attitude. The Kennedy he knew, at least the one he knew after their relationship ended, really never cared enough to ask how anyone was doing, yet alone the one ex that she had that absolutely hated her guts. But she was looking at him in a way that was so comforting and damn familiar, like they'd gone back in time a few months and she was the girl that cared for him again, and he wasn't at a healthy enough place in his life at that point to refuse. So he sighed, walked over, and plopped down on the couch next to her. "What's up?" he asked, looking at her but trying not to meet her eyes.