responsibilities

There's all these secrets I can't keep
Like in my heart there's a hotel suite

Just as she had done for him, he comes immediately. Doesn't even bother grabbing more than his keys off the hook with a shout for his dad, confident that anything he might need when he lands will already be in Sohalia's apartment. Given they practically swap houses in terms of living together, he has more than enough clothes and items to sustain an emergency visit.

The skyboat ride has him bouncing his leg restlessly, consumed with anxiety as his brain thinks up every imagined reason for the urgency of her letter. It eats at him as he wrings his hands through his curls, pulling idly on them, wishing he could make the boat fly a little faster.

Upon disembarking he shoves past everyone else and just runs. Glad that he runs nearly daily with his father because it doesn't slow him down, his legs don't tire and his lungs don't burn. Ignoring the closed sign, Jude unlocks the door and shuts it swiftly behind him, rushing up the stairs to the apartment overhead. She's sitting hunched over in her favorite chair, head in her hands, and Jude's heart plummets into his stomach as he rushes over to kneel in front of her and gently touch the hands that shroud her face. "Soh? Hey, I'm here. It's okay." Of that he's sure. Whatever has happened, he'll make it okay.

And you lived there so long
It's kinda strange, now you're gone

Jude