@darkconsumed {Jeff} and Shauna are trying to make this thing work post-crash
In some ways, Jeff was all that Shauna had left of Jackie.
In some ways, that was absolutely not true, but maybe if she said it enough, she'd be more comfortable with his love. Was that what this was? There was something to his affection and attention that wasn't being said. Which was fine -- apart from the barest of bones (bad choice of words), Shauna wasn't going to tell him what had happened out there. He'd never understand, no way.
Not Jackie, not the baby, none of it.
Where Jeff and her best friend had assumed the mantles of class king and queen to ensure their survival in the food chain that was high school, Shauna had to become something she wasn't (or maybe she always was) in those woods. Something that shouldn't have been rescued, or let back into society. Those words, those thoughts were only for her journals, and maybe Jackie's, someday. Wherever she was, she hoped Jackie understood. The hunger, the jealousy, the love.
Oh god, he'd asked her a question, hadn't he? What was it -- something about getting lunch, maybe? It was hard to go out in public in Wiskayok since the return, people asking the girls questions no one wanted the real answers to. But Jeff had said something, and she was just sitting here staring.
"Uh... yeah, sandwiches sound good? I think..."