His words, his sweet words give her so much comfort that she can’t help but sob quietly, trembling in his arms. “Jack…why are you so good to me when I’ve given you nothing but grief?” She holds onto his shirt tightly, clasping as much material in her hand as she can. “W-Why?”
“Grief…? You haven’t given me anything like that…” he said gently, continuing to pet her hair softly. “I worry about you, I care about you but it’s never grief… please, I, I love you…”
Jack Maple 