we might be hurting, but I'm ready for the free fall
Soh sat Jude down in the kitchen, lingering by him long enough to run a gentle hand over his dark curls. "I'm right here, 'kay?" she said softly before releasing him, immediately feeling colder than she'd felt only a moment before. But she needed her hands to make him some toast, and he needed to have something to eat. She couldn't magically fix his problems, couldn't spirit him away to another time and place where none of this existed, couldn't do anything to help him forget for a while... all she could do was the next best thing she could think of. And right now, that was toast.
She grabbed a few slices of bread, hoping that he'd feel better if she ate something with him, even if her stomach was tense and roiling with worry. It took only a moment to get the bread toasted and another to butter it before she was sliding a plate in front of him and one in front of the seat next to him, setting a few jams beside the plates in case any of them sounded good. Then she was sitting next to him, sliding close enough that their thighs touched. Even if the close proximity made it harder to eat, she wanted him to know that she was there and that she wasn't going anywhere.
She selected a strawberry jam for herself and carefully spread it on her piece of toast, hoping that perhaps Jude would mimic her motions. Even if he only ate the bread and butter, she'd call that a win. This was all about him and what he needed. He could throw the entire plate across the room if it would make him feel better, and she wouldn't care in the slightest.
She grabbed a few slices of bread, hoping that he'd feel better if she ate something with him, even if her stomach was tense and roiling with worry. It took only a moment to get the bread toasted and another to butter it before she was sliding a plate in front of him and one in front of the seat next to him, setting a few jams beside the plates in case any of them sounded good. Then she was sitting next to him, sliding close enough that their thighs touched. Even if the close proximity made it harder to eat, she wanted him to know that she was there and that she wasn't going anywhere.
She selected a strawberry jam for herself and carefully spread it on her piece of toast, hoping that perhaps Jude would mimic her motions. Even if he only ate the bread and butter, she'd call that a win. This was all about him and what he needed. He could throw the entire plate across the room if it would make him feel better, and she wouldn't care in the slightest.
Sohalia
