[It breaks her fucking heart to see him like this. She still hasn't been able to truly process the fact that she's apparently dead (?!) and hearing that sounds like a dream, or some weird hallucination, or something. But then, ending up in this place felt like a hallucination or something too.
She pushes that aside, though, and re-focuses solely on Jesse. When he meets her eyes, she smiles in a way that she hopes is encouraging. Slowly, very slowly, like she's trying not to spook a baby animal she wants to pet, Jane reaches out to gently rest a hand on his bicep, waiting for his reaction before she does anything else. She wants to hug him and just not let go, ever, but she feels like if she hugged him that might be too much for him right now. She sees the way it's like it's hard for him to meet her gaze.
She sucks in a breath, and it feels like it's not enough. She still feels dizzy and like she can't get enough air.]
Don't be sorry. Jesse...
[Her head pounds. The withdrawal makes her muscles ache from her toes, to her back, to her arms. And yet she still feels like that must pale in comparison to what he's gone through.]
What the hell did they do to you? Who did this? [Small talk just doesn't feel right to her, right now.]
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She pushes that aside, though, and re-focuses solely on Jesse. When he meets her eyes, she smiles in a way that she hopes is encouraging. Slowly, very slowly, like she's trying not to spook a baby animal she wants to pet, Jane reaches out to gently rest a hand on his bicep, waiting for his reaction before she does anything else. She wants to hug him and just not let go, ever, but she feels like if she hugged him that might be too much for him right now. She sees the way it's like it's hard for him to meet her gaze.
She sucks in a breath, and it feels like it's not enough. She still feels dizzy and like she can't get enough air.]
Don't be sorry. Jesse...
[Her head pounds. The withdrawal makes her muscles ache from her toes, to her back, to her arms. And yet she still feels like that must pale in comparison to what he's gone through.]
What the hell did they do to you? Who did this? [Small talk just doesn't feel right to her, right now.]