[Satisfied, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms tightly around him, in a hug she didn't expect to be well-received nor returned in any manner. She was certain he'd stand there like some grotesque marionette the entire time. The action was a misinformed one -- unknowing of the extent that Jason had suffered or the monstrous suffering he had caused, himself.]

I lied. [She'd leaned lightly against him, leggings pressed against his jeans, staring over his shoulder at the bike.] I couldn't flatten you, because ... [Her voice dropped into a secretive and guarded whisper-] Well, that'd involve me flattening you.