Jude
She doesn't have to do much encouraging since he follows her like a lost, complacent lamb into the kitchen. Needing her physical presence enough to follow it blind. He sits in a bit of a fumbling way, the emotions receding like a tidal wave to reveal numbness instead of wreckage. Maybe he's going into shock, but the cottony feeling in his head is better than the panicking alarms he'd had for hours before it. Jude has always been an incredibly sensitive, anxious young man. Today was his worst nightmare and greatest dream all rolled into one, and his nervous system doesn't seem to know how to handle that.
The question makes him come back to himself slightly, though Jude has to shake curls out of his eyes as he realizes he's been staring at the counter silently. "Um, yeah. I can do that." He'd eat the bread straight out of her hand if she asked him to, toasted or not. Jude has never known a trust stronger than what he feels in Sohalia.
The question makes him come back to himself slightly, though Jude has to shake curls out of his eyes as he realizes he's been staring at the counter silently. "Um, yeah. I can do that." He'd eat the bread straight out of her hand if she asked him to, toasted or not. Jude has never known a trust stronger than what he feels in Sohalia.
stop trying to keep this alive
you're pointing at stars in the sky that already died
you're pointing at stars in the sky that already died
