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twilightprince101 · 4 years

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The Train, Purple Lightning and “Fate”: An Infinity Train Theory

NOTE: This contains HEAVY SPOILERS for all of Infinity Train! Putting this under a read more, but tl;dr, I think the train has a way of predicting when things will happen-but not entirely be correct.

I was going back and rewatching Infinity Train Book 1 (Mainly bc I love the show and wanted to relive it) when I noticed something interesting. At the end of episode 9, when Tulip decides to fight and is racing to the Engine, we get a glimpse of the sky and see hints of purple lightning

Which was pretty cool as an effect, but then I remembered something: I’ve seen this lightning before. And if you’ve just watched the Book 3 finale, I’m sure you know what I’m referring to.

But it wasn’t just here either, it was also in another scene with Simon earlier. The one where he shifts from “okay he’s a shit but kinda ok” to “motherfucker unlimited.”

After thinking about it for a little bit, I went to Book 2 to look around, and sure enough, the lightning was there too

I’m going to reiterate: I’m rewatching all of Infinity Train, and the purple lightning throughout the entire series only appears this prominently during these scenes. (May I reiterate: this prominently. I am aware that it can be seen in a brief flash in the very first episode when that random passenger gets sucked into the vortex, but it’s barely as noticeable as these three instances)

At first I thought the lightning was just a cool effect to reiterate the tension and weight of these dramatic scenes, and to be honest it very well could be. However all of these scenes where the lightning appears have something in common.

They all take place during times of great change not just for these characters, but for the entire train and its system as a whole.

Let me break it down and explain it one at a time.

Season 1: The lightning appears as Tulip is taking a stand against Amelia and her reign as Conductor, resolving to overthrow her and save Atticus.

This one is relatively simple, all things considered. Amelia has reigned as Conductor for 33 years (as noted by OneOne in the documentary shorts), and now that Tulip is going to fight back and bring OneOne back to the engine, her reign is soon going to end and things are going to go back to normal

Season 3: Simon, after committing so many atrocities, gets his number up so high that it has nowhere left to go on his body, giving him the highest number in existence.

(I’m doing season 3 before season 2 bc it’s shorter and relatively simpler than its big brother, you’ll understand soon)

As twisted as the train may be, we all know that its base premise is that it helps those it deems as needing help, teleporting them onto the train so they can sort out their problems. But as we’ve seen with Amelia and The Apex, they don’t technically have to. Aside from the threat of being stuck on the train forever, there’s nothing stopping them from fucking about and ignoring their problems.

Throughout Season 3, the Apex assumes that because they are destroying the cars, OneOne is trying to fight against them and put them back on track. However, as Amelia clarifies, he doesn’t even know that they exist.

Despite the fact that their numbers have been climbing in the complete opposite direction, the train hasn’t logged them down as anomalies or glitches in the system, they’re still considered normal passengers. It could be assumed that, like Grace and Amelia, they’ll all eventually come around and get the numbers to zero.

But then of course... Simon happens.

Considering our limited view of the train and its history, we don’t know if the numbers really can go higher or if other passengers have done the same thing in the past. However if he is the first, the fact that Simon’s number literally had nowhere else to go, reaching the highest possible limit, this goes against the train’s whole philosophy of “helping people.” There is now a clear flaw in the system that can no longer be ignored.

(As for the other instance with Simon, we’ll get back to that)

Season 2: Mirror Tulip (AKA M.T. (AKA Lake)) and Alan Dracula are waiting for one of the passenger pods so they can hijack one and get a number to get off the train

From what we’ve seen of the train and how it works, it seems clear that everything is made to revolve around the passengers. The cars are made to help people realize stuff about themselves, the numbers are made to represent their own personal growth and the denizens are made to assist them throughout their journey.

But that’s the thing: These denizens are made by the train. Every car that is created, the denizens are created alongside it. They are literally made to be the NPCs of the whole system and are made to assist passengers. OneOne even says so in the final episode of Book 2.

“Your passenger.” Not “Your friend” or “That one guy,” he specifically says “Your passenger.” Somehow, despite already helping Tulip with her problems, MT was assigned to Jesse.

And we’ve even seen this in other circumstances too! Tulip had Atticus to help her with a bunch of her stuff, and Grace had Hazel to make her realize that “Nulls” were people too. If they weren’t there, they wouldn’t have gone through their whole character arcs and back!

(As for how MT got assigned to Jesse despite already having “served her purpose” for Tulip, we’ll get back on that later).

But back to the point: The Denizens are created for the passengers by the train itself. So its whole deal with helping people grow and giving them an exit? That’s a luxury only reserved for passengers. It doesn’t see the denizens as “real people.”

So Jesse refusing to leave MT behind, returning to the train so he can get his friend back? The train literally cannot fathom this turn of events and literally begins to break down.

It’s only through MT outsmarting the entire system and resolving OneOne’s broken logic loop that she’s able to escape, leaving the train for good.

But the fact that she’s even able to get off is crazy in of itself! We may not know how long the train has been around for, but the fact that the train began to broke down at MT wanting to leave means that this has to have been the first time this happened. And now that it’s shown that it can be possible for one denizen to leave the train, that opens the door for every single other denizen on the train! If they can “get a number,” they can leave the train.

Not to mention, Lake’s presence in the human world now gives people concrete proof that the train exists. If the train has existed for as long as humans have been alive, then that means there has to have been some rumors about it. And now, with a living girl made of chrome walking around (and a girl without a reflection), it is impossible to blow off those rumors anymore. The train is real.

So what does all this mean then?

The purple lightning (bet you already forgot about it now, eh?), throughout the series, has only showed up during these moments. Tulip brought back OneOne, MT proved that denizens can leave the train, Simon proved that some passengers cannot be redeemed. All three of these instances were points of great change in the train’s system, that will drastically alter things to come.

But why does the lightning only show up here? Is it that the train’s world can somehow sense when big things are going to happen? Or is it something deeper, like it can tell the future, and that’s how the passengers get “assigned” denizens? Well... I think it’s kind of a more complex system than that.

It’s painstakingly clear by now that the train is extremely flawed with the way it does things. Nothing is stopping passengers from staying on the train forever, it can whisk away people that are probably no more than 7 who are still developing as people, it’s possible for passengers to never change and make their numbers reach infinity, it doesn’t account for all the trauma that the train itself can leave on the passengers after they leave, it cannot fathom denizens wanting to get off the train and passengers wanting to help those denizens getting off the train and, in the case with Amelia, it’s possible for anyone to overthrow OneOne and take over as Conductor of the train.

However, I think these flaws show something very important. The train itself isn’t some sort of balevolent god that wants to help people become better, nor is it a malevolent one that wants to wreak havoc. It’s a giant machine.

Each car is made from different orbs, programmed by the Conductor (whoever that may be) to be whatever they like. The train’s helpers are all machines. The entire system itself runs on code. Very outdated code.

This is how I think different denizens are “assigned” to the passengers. I don’t think the train itself can see the future, but it can make predictions based on pre-existing data. Whatever passenger gets whisked to the train, they have their entire history and internal angst calculated and carefully analyzed. After running through their problems, the train can figure out exactly what that person needs in order to grow.

In the case of MT being Jesse’s “assigned Denizen,” while also technically being Tulip’s, here’s how I think it went down: After MT left to go her own path, the train kept her in mind as she went about her business, reassigning her to be someone that can help passengers grow. When Jesse got onto the train, it assigned MT to him and sent him in her general direction in his pod.

As for why exactly he didn’t get dropped off in the same car as MT, Jesse needed a bit of time to adjust and had to befriend Alan Dracula while MT wasn’t there. So when MT was asleep, the train moved the car Jesse was in right before the “Family Tree” car and let the rest of its predictions run its course. We do know its possible for the train to move around cars after all, with passengers on it.

But just because the train is good at predictions, it doesn’t mean they’ll always be 100% accurate. Remember: the train runs on very flawed logic. It isn’t always correct with how the passengers will act (Again, see Amelia and the Apex). So bringing this back around to the purple lightning, I think we found our answer.

The purple lightning represents moments when different aspects of the train completely fly off from their “intended course.”

The train likely wasn’t thinking that Tulip could be its savior, especially with Amelia as the conductor. It likely thought that, as soon as her exit appeared she’d leave for good. But instead, she stuck around and went to save her friend. Tulip stuck around longer than predicted.

The train doesn’t see its denizens as actual people, thinking that as soon as passengers resolve their problems they’ll leave without a second thought. So MT going off on her own to get a number, along with Jesse coming back for her, both of them defied what the train thought was possible.

Then Simon. Simon, Simon, Simon. Out of everything the train could have predicted, it couldn’t have predicted him.

The first time he broke from the train’s “intended course” was when he killed Tuba. We already know that Hazel was likely Grace’s denizen, since she was the reason that her whole view on the denizens had changed. But I think Tuba was meant to be Simon’s denizen (at least, his second one since The Cat abandoned him). With how helpful she was in The Colored Clock car, helping him escape and being the key to leaving the car, she was likely going to be Simon’s ticket to learning to trust “nulls” again.

But then... yeah.

The second time he broke was after his fight with Grace. Despite abandoning her, betraying her, trying to kill her several times, Grace still saved him when he was about to fall. The train likely predicted here that Simon would see the err of his ways, pull an Amelia and go on the path of redemption.

But then...... yeah.

The third-and final time-was when he got what he wanted and got the number to end all numbers, likely bigger than the entire train expected. He had gone so far down the rabbit hole that there was nowhere else to go. Every chance he got to become a better person, he rejected. Simon himself is definitive proof that the train’s prediction system is flawed.

Each of these big moments reflects a gigantic flaw in the train’s system. It doesn’t expect these passengers to do the things they do, go off course from their intended destination. Like I said, the system relies on very outdated code. But now, having each of these situations be resolved, it knows how to deal with these issues going forward. A passenger can leave however they want, anyone can leave if they have a number, and most importantly, its prediction system needs fixing if it wants to keep helping passengers.

The train itself is a very, very strange beast. It’s kind and cruel all at once. But at the end of the day, it’s just a big computer doing its purpose. But this computer is old, outdated, extremely touchy. Each time these offshoots happen, it gives the chance for that code to be rewritten. And it’s very likely that it’s going to commit to these changes. For if it doesn’t... well...

Let’s just say a lot more sand is gonna be added to this desert.

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jessmt · 4 years

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a jesslake fic about insomnia and sweet kisses.

Summary: It’s three in the morning, and Jesse can’t sleep.

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Whenever she slept, Lake used to dream of running.

Running from Tulip, running from the Flecs, running from the train, running from everything. As soon as she was out cold, her feet would hit the ground, and she would run as fast as her legs could carry her. Never to anywhere specific, just as long as she never looked back at where she came from. She could sprint, and sprint, and never run out of breath, or get stopped by some invisible wall or forced to the ground by those who were chasing after her.

It was freeing. It was exhilarating. And when she still worked as Tulip’s reflection, she slept any chance she could get. When she was sure Tulip was too busy working on her game to notice her reflection was missing from her computer screen, or any time she flicked the lights in her room off, Lake took what little chance she had and curled up to sleep until some rude Flec would come by and force her awake to work.

Sleep was the closest thing she could ever imagine that she’d have to escapism. She had no way of knowing that damned train would have a portal to the mirror realm in it, let alone that Tulip would even board the train and find her.

Even so, after she managed to escape, she couldn’t afford to let her guard down. The Flecs were after her, and she never had any way of knowing which denizens would promise to keep her location a secret and which ones would call the Flecs on her on sight. It was becoming increasingly more difficult for Lake to maintain her grasp on any sense of escapism, and even more so to find any opportunity to find sleep.

Finding Alan Dracula was one of the best things that could’ve happened to her on that train. The fact that he could turn not only himself invisible but also those he traveled with made her feel safer than words could describe.

Literally, Lake supposed, considering the fact that she fell asleep on him about ten minutes after meeting him.

It probably did wonders that he could also turn into a pile of pillows and comforters at will.

Nowadays, ever since she’s gotten off the train, she’s had a regular sleep schedule for the first time in her life, and she’d be lying to herself if she tried claiming that it isn’t what she’s most thankful for. Now that she has nothing to run from, no need for escapism, Lake’s sleep is dreamless, and the most peaceful it’s ever been.

...Unless someone tries to shake her awake.

“Lake?” Jesse’s raspy voice calls out to her, and he gently shakes her shoulders a second time. “Are you awake?”

She sits up, rubbing at her eyes. “I am now”, she replies, her voice equally as raspy as his. She has to squint, to really make him out, since it’s still pitch black in the room, and notices that he’s got a pillow under one arm and blanket under the other. “What time is it?”

“Almost three in the morning,” Jesse replies. “I couldn’t sleep.”

She raises an eyebrow at him, even though she’s sure he can’t make her face out very well either. “...and you decided the best solution for that was to…make sure I couldn’t sleep either?”

He shrugs as best as he can. “Well, I, uh, wanted to come ask you if it was okay if I came out here and slept with you, instead.” He rubs at the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to spook you, just sneaking out here and setting up camp next to you”.

Okay, that gets a snort out of her. But she is sleeping on his couch in the middle of the living room, so it’s not like he hasn’t walked in and out on her while she was sleeping hundreds of times before.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Jesse tries to dismiss the question. “I just...had a nightmare. I’ll be fine. I’ve just been having trouble getting back to sleep.”

“Fair enough,” she replies, because if he’s coming directly to her about it instead of his parents then it probably had something to do with her, or the train, or the Flecs, and the last thing she wants is this long, complicated conversation about how yes, she could’ve died, yes, she can take care of herself, yes, he knows that, yes, it’s still scary, yes, nightmares are weird like that. And she knows that Jesse doesn’t want that either, because who would want to have that conversation at three in the morning? She pats at the seat on the couch beside her, pulling her blanket up to her chest to make more room for him.

“Oh, thanks, but there’s no need”, Jesse grins, and drops his things on the floor beside the couch.

She folds her arms. “Jesse, I know I didn’t just spend two weeks trying to convince you to value your feelings over anyone else’s for you to tell me you’re fine with sleeping on the floor. I don’t care if you take up half the couch if you wanna sleep up here with me”.

He shrugs, laughing. “Oh, no, I meant it like, there’s no need because I like sleeping on the floor. Reminds me of when my friends used to sleep over all the time when I was younger.” He kneels down to fluff out his pillow, and crawls under his blanket as though it were a sleeping bag. “Matter of fact, sometimes when Nate and I stay up super late watching movie marathons, we just end up sleeping in here, since it makes less noise than trying to sneak back into our bedrooms.”

“Well, okay, but it’s your funeral,” Lake teases, lying back down herself. “But don’t come complaining to me tomorrow morning when your back hurts”.

Jesse pouts at her, and it’s a lot funnier than it should be, because his head is the only thing sticking out of his blanket. “Ouch,” he pretends to mope. “I guess I shouldn’t complain to you about my broken heart, either”.

Lake has to cover her mouth to prevent herself from laughing loud enough to wake everyone else up. “Go back to sleep, you dork, you’re gonna make me wake your whole family up”.

“Oh, but I can’t,” he mopes, sitting up to dramatically lay his wrist across his forehead. “However could I, with this sore back of mine”.

“Don’t make me throw my pillow at you”, Lake laughs, struggling to keep her voice below a whisper.

“Fine, fine, you win”, Jesse replies in mock defeat, and lays his head back down on the pillow. “But I really can’t sleep”.

Yeah, and I’m starting to think that I might never get back to sleep either. “Well, is there anything that usually helps you when you can’t sleep? Y’know, a cup of warm milk, flipping the pillow over, stuff like that?”

“Well, yeah, but…” he brings his blanket up to his nose. “You have to promise not to laugh.”

“It’s three in the morning, Jesse, nobody can make that kind of promise”, she replies dryly, but she’s smiling, like she’s already struggling not to.

“Right….” Jesse sits up and turns towards her. “Anyways, what usually happens is that I go into Nate’s room and bug him until he wakes up.”

“Nate? Isn’t he your younger brother?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, but it’s all part of this deal we’ve had since we were little kids. Nate comes in and bugs me when he can’t sleep, and I go in and bug him when I can't sleep. We wake each other up, and we just…..ramble aimlessly, until we feel like we’re ready to go back to our own beds. I think when we were really little we thought that if we kept talking and talking, all of our thoughts would just spill out of our heads until they were empty, and having empty heads could help us sleep better.”

“That’s funny,” she snorts. “I thought your head was always empty”.

“You wound me, Lake” he grips the chest of his pajama top. “Say what you may, but it always worked, so we never bothered breaking the habit.”

“Then what makes tonight any different? Why not go to Nate, instead of me?”

His teasing smile softens at her question. “Because you have interesting things to say”.

Her cheeks tint a dark gray at the response, and he takes her lack of response as an invitation to keep talking. “I want to get to know you better. You’re my best friend, Lake, I wanna know everything there is to know about you. You’re always talking about how Tulip used to do this, and you hated it when Tulip did that, and I get it, maybe you haven’t been around long enough to know everything about yourself, but I wanna know about the things that you love. I wanna know about the things that make you tick”.

Her blush worsens, and she tries for a reply, but all her mouth is willing to do is open and close a bunch like some sort of dumb fish.

“...If you’re okay with that.”

That’s enough to break her, and she’s laughing again. “With talking? Of course I’m okay with talking, you dork”.

“Oh, good, good…” he sighs, and if it weren’t pitch black in the room she could swear he was blushing too.

“Well, what do you want to talk about? Everything about me is so much to get through, after all”. She smirks, resting her elbow on the armrest of the couch and resting her chin in her hand.

“Well…” he relaxes his posture, seemingly eased by her sarcasm. “I guess...the thing I’ve been wondering the most about you is what happened to you on the train”.

She sits up, blinking. “What, you mean with Sieve and Mace? I thought I already told you about that”.

“Oh, yeah, you did, but that’s not what I meant”.

She tilts her head. “You’re losing me here, Jess.”

“I mean...you jumped off of a train, Lake. You dragged around half of Mace by your wrist for a few days, and put together he’s...what? Twice your weight? He was almost a foot taller than you, wasn’t he?”

“...Yeah? What’s your point?”

“My point is...you’re the toughest person I know, but didn’t any of that hurt? I know you don’t like being asked reflection questions, and I promise I won’t push if it’s too personal, but…” he sits up, bringing his knees to his chest. “Can you...feel pain?”

Well that certainly wasn’t what she was expecting him to ask.

“I’m sorry,” he cuts in, like he’s suddenly gained the ability to read thoughts. “That was super out of place. I just...worry, sometimes.” He raises his hands into the air in defense. “N-not that I don’t think you can’t defend yourself, or anything, but I just…”

“No, no, it’s okay” Lake sighs. “You’re actually not that far off. It was tough. It’s actually pretty sweet that you were worried.” She shrugs. “And yeah, to answer your question, I can feel pain. I’m not the kind of person who goes around looking for sympathy for anything, though. It’s just what I’m used to. If the Flecs get any whiff that you’re injured, or weak, or vulnerable for the taking, and they’re going to jump out from the next thing they can find and grind you down to dust.”

There’s a pause, and for a moment Lake is wondering if she went too far, until Jesse speaks up again.

“Well, in that case….” Jesse chooses his words as carefully as he can, “can you feel other things, too? Like, can you feel really cold, or get really hot? I mean, I know you can’t get goosebumps, and you can’t get really sweaty, but could you, hypothetically?”

She’s laughing again. It’s incredible, really, how quickly he can lighten the mood of a conversation. “You’re saying that like hot and cold are emotions, Jesse. I’m made of metal. Of course I can’t get hold or cold like you.” She pauses for a moment. “I mean, I guess in extreme conditions, I could probably freeze, and gather frost, or I could melt, if I were to catch on fire, or something, but no, as a general rule, I don’t really feel hot or cold”.

“What about...soft things? Can you feel those?” He asks, and stands from the floor to sit beside her on the couch. He rubs his hand along the end of her blanket. “This is the coziest blanket in the house. Mom looked for it in her room for almost an hour because I insisted on giving it to you.

“Hey, well now you’re not giving me enough credit”, she teases, and bunches the blanket up closer to her. “This blanket is wonderful. Give your mom my warm regards”.

“Will do,” he smiles, and scooches a bit closer to her. There’s another quiet pause, and Lake notices Jesse’s hand twitching, and she’s sure he’s about to apologize for “the continuous pushing”, or something, but then he audibly sighs beside her, and there’s no way she could’ve predicted what he’s about to do.

He reaches for her hand, and cups it between both of his own. “How about…” his voice cracks, and he clears his throat to correct it. “How about this?”

She can feel her cheeks burning again, and she’s never felt more grateful to be talking in a dark room. Wonderful. Fantastic. Home.

“Warm”, she replies instead. “And soft”.

He chuckles, lightly, and scoots ever closer. “Do you mind if I…” he starts, but his voice cracks into thin air before he can finish his question. He sits up on his knees to fit on the couch better, and slowly, but hesitantly, he reaches forward and places both of his hands on her waist.

The sudden gesture makes her jolt, mostly out of surprise, and he retracts his hands immediately. “Sorry”, he murmurs quickly, and turns his gaze elsewhere. But she shakes her head, takes his hands back in her own, and guides them back to where they’d been on her waist. He whips his gaze back towards her so quickly that she can feel a whiff of air swoosh between them.

“It’s okay”, she whispers. “It feels nice. It just caught me a little off guard”.

“O-oh.” is all he can muster. “Sorry”.

She laughs, and she cups his face in her hands. “Jess, I just told you that it’s okay. You gotta learn to stop apologizing so much or you’re gonna end up on that train again”.

He giggles at that, and he moves his arms from around her waist to around her shoulder. “Sorry,” he whispers a third time to her, definitely just to screw with her, and she’s snorting in laughter again. Her hands slide from his face onto her lap, and suddenly he’s laughing too. It’s a good laugh, the kind that makes you grip your stomach and wipe at your eyes to stop yourself from crying. It’s messy, and it’s impossible to keep quiet, and when they can finally calm themselves to silent giggles they’re sitting closer than ever, resting their foreheads against each other.

“Could I try just...one more thing?”

“Well that depends on if you’re gonna apologize to me ten seconds after you do it”.

“Don’t get me started again,” he says, jabbing an accusing finger in her direction. “I just got myself to stop laughing”.

“....Sorry”, she replies, in a barely contained snicker, but takes a deep breath so she can actually answer his question seriously.

“Yes”.

He sighs, and he places his hands onto her shoulders, gripping them lightly, and he leans in and gently presses his lips to hers. He kisses her softly, tentatively, like he’s never kissed anyone else before, and pulls away after the briefest of moments. It’s like that little peck awoke something in him, however, because the next thing she knows, Jesse’s closing his eyes against her, taking her cheeks in his hand as he leans in again, and kisses her twice more, on the edges of her lips. Once he’s satisfied there, he pulls away, but returns to kissing the center of her lips, just as softly, and just as sweetly, but this time with a bit more confidence. And though the whole ordeal couldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds, when he pulls away and opens his eyes to look at her she feels as though it’d been hours.

He swallows. “H-how about that?”

“Mmm,” she replies, incapable of anything else. “Nice.”

His eyes shine so brightly at that response that she swears she can see them sparkle. “Nice?”

She nods. “Nice,” she repeats. “Kinda tingly, and fuzzy, and weird,” she shrugs, “but a good kind of weird”.

“W-well, can I…?” he fumbles, and she giggles.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he replies, and he leans forward to kiss her again. It’s a bit rougher, this time, but it’s barely enough to notice. He presses a soft kiss to her lips, and another, before he moves onward to kiss her cheek. He presses a number of short kisses to her cheek, and she has to repress giggles and snickers because it tickles. He grins against her, which honestly tickles even more, and she has to cover her mouth with one of her hands when he moves on to kissing at her jaw.

“Jesse-” she squeaks. “Jesse, I’m gonna wake your parents, or Nate, or-” she tries, but he ignores her protests, and kisses the space between her jaw and her neck. She bites down on her lip to suppress her laughter, but the more she seems to suppress, the more he seems to press on, leaving progressively more and more kisses around her chin, around her neck, and down towards her shoulder. It’s agony, and there’s practically tears streaming down her cheeks, repressing these fits of giggles, but he ignores her still, kissing his way back up to her face.

“Jesse Cosay, I swear to god, I’m going to murder you as soon as I wake up tomorrow morning”, she attempts to protest, but all it gets out of him is a brief hushed laugh against her neck before she continues.

She realizes, far too late, that she can probably just push him off of her any time she wants, if she really wants him to stop. But she just can’t bring herself to do it, because the more she tries to get away, the more he kisses her, and the more he kisses her, the more she laughs, and it’s the happiest she’s felt in her entire life. And she’s sure that Jesse realizes it too, to some degree, because the more he kisses her the more he struggles to repress his own laughter.

Gradually, but surely, his kisses dissolve away until he’s left laughing so hard that tears are streaming down his face. And maybe it's because she knows exactly how he’s feeling, or maybe it’s just because it’s so late, but it’s not long before Lake finds herself dissolving into silent hysterical laughter as well, curling up against Jesse to ride it out together until they exhaust themselves to sleep.

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