[ Jean holds her, rubs her back, and she cracks a little, twisting to curl herself around his body as much as she can. She's a tangle of blankets and grief, but which one of them hasn't been so far?
Leaning up, she tucks herself against him as much as possible, drawing on his strength. A quiet part of her thinks she ought not to be relying on him so much, but at the same time... He offers.
Jean wouldn't let her fall. ]
Okay. [ It's hard, to let herself cry these days, but... ]
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Leaning up, she tucks herself against him as much as possible, drawing on his strength. A quiet part of her thinks she ought not to be relying on him so much, but at the same time... He offers.
Jean wouldn't let her fall. ]
Okay. [ It's hard, to let herself cry these days, but... ]