Wouldn't claim to feel the same we felt the first time it was heard
Her touch is met with a flinch, and she nearly pulls away from it then, nearly releases Glas with yet another apology. But he doesn't move, and so neither does she, holding him tightly until her embrace is reciprocated. It's the easiest thing she has to offer, the only thing she has to offer, away from home like she is. "You can come stay with us." Hester offers, not even questioning whether it would be allowed. Of course it would, of course her parents would welcome him with open arms and condolences.
The hug will go on as long as Glas needs, as long as he wants. No matter how long it takes for them to part though, Hester's eyes are a little watery, her smile a little shaky. She can't imagine going through what he has, can't imagine how it must have felt. She can almost, almost imagine life before for him, just a house and his parents, not unlike her, all her siblings living their own lives by the time she was born, but they still came around. She still knew them, could still turn to someone, if not her parents.
"Should we... we should finish this." Hester says, reaching for her screwdriver again, hoping the little distraction will help keep him grounded, help hold him together. She has no idea what else to do.
The hug will go on as long as Glas needs, as long as he wants. No matter how long it takes for them to part though, Hester's eyes are a little watery, her smile a little shaky. She can't imagine going through what he has, can't imagine how it must have felt. She can almost, almost imagine life before for him, just a house and his parents, not unlike her, all her siblings living their own lives by the time she was born, but they still came around. She still knew them, could still turn to someone, if not her parents.
"Should we... we should finish this." Hester says, reaching for her screwdriver again, hoping the little distraction will help keep him grounded, help hold him together. She has no idea what else to do.
Hester
