He watched her, knowing she wasn’t listening to him, and got up off of the floor. He moved to the bed and sunk down to sit besides her and gently wrapped his arms around her, letting her do the same for him.
“I don’t know.” he admitted. “I. I don’t want you to see me a mess if I end up being one. And knowing me, I very well might…”
She gently wrapped her arms around him, taking a deep breath and inhaling his scent, the scent of him that was purely Jack. She closed her eyes.
“You see me as a mess way more… And I don’t mind.. It’ll just be me knowing more about you..but if you don’t want me there I’ll understand..” she told him softly, her arms tightening around him, offering him support, voice supportive.
“I still have to work it out.” he admitted quietly. “I’m more concerned for you, right now… you need to lay down and rest. Do you want me to lay down with you…?” Jack offered. If it would mean she would rest, if just for a while, allow her aching body to heal a little…
Jack Maple 