"Same," Jules says, shooting him a grin, one tinged with a self-deprecating sort of amusement. She is aware that it probably sounds a little ridiculous, just like she's also aware that that's probably exactly what they're doing here — having fun. The last thing she needs is to sound overly attached and risk ruining a good thing. This is just maybe the first good thing that's really happened since she got here, a breath of fresh fucking air after the way the last few weeks have gone.

She lifts her bottle toward him in a sort of mock-toast. "And not just because of this, though I'm definitely not complaining, either."