#weeeeellllll

She wants more than almost anything to believe that it is a passing action, but she knows better.  She knows.  It’s in the way she can feel the desire to move and act, the periwinkle transparent and awash in the background (and she fools herself if she says that she cannot detect the barest hint of something like gold threaded through with the occasional sparkling appearance of amber).  But she has pushed herself into files and books, focused on her reading and not emotions she has never been able to completely grasp, ever so often pressing her glasses back into place - human ones do not fit so well as her Toon ones did.So the kiss is not unexpected when it comes, not in the slightest, and the mixture of comfort and worry stir in the pit of her stomach.  She thinks the comfort is her own, but she cannot be sure.  For the briefest of moments, she considers reaching back, taking Alana’s wrist and pressing a return of her own there, or, standing, for something much more...substantive.But Jessica Rabbit is not a cruel being, and she doesn’t kiss people just to figure something out.  (Or, truthfully, she does, but she knows better than to attempt that here.)