(with him near her like this, she does feel a bit more relaxed -- skin against skin. just like those many nights when they slept or spontaneously get intimate in bed. jinx wasn't never the type to lie but thanks to this curse that's going around, she is stuck saying things that are way too honest and true for her liking. so admittedly and unable to control herself, she replies:)

I think so. But... I'm still not really sure. I know touching things help but have I gotten so bad that it doesn't matter now? Everythin' feels like a trick. Like everyone's playin' me. — And I'm scared.

(that last sentence has her squeezing her eyes shut and never in her life she wanted to just bite off her tongue. this is a side she hates showing; her weakness. because jinx isn't suppose to have that. jinx is suppose to be fearless, a weapon, nothing can rip or tore her to pieces. and yet...)