"Maybe you need a little less mystery," she suggests with a small smile, almost as if she's joking even if that's the last thing she feels like doing.

Looking down at his hand in hers, she rubs her thumb against his knuckles. He has lost so much weight from the last time that she had seen him that her first instinct is to call up all the fast food places around them so that she can start stuffing him up, but considering the overdose she's trying to take it easy. Not spook him. Not right now, because she doesn't think she'd be able to take it if he wanted her gone.

The mention of her movie poster makes her huff out a soft chuckle, a quiet 'thanks' murmured under her breath even if her brow furrows when she notices the way he winces.

"Yeah, I think all the shitty jell-o cups you want is part of the deal. Do you want anything?"