It's too familiar. This grip. By the wrong person, too, months ago. One, who'd, also, mistaken her for family. Someone loved. grieved. She looked at his fingers wrapped on her hand and her wrist. Not the best grip to hold, but not the worst either. Not that she would have bet he had most of his strength to vie with currently anyway.
But it's the name, too. The ghost that she isn't certain she isn't for him.
And if she's bad at being herself? She's murder on being anyone else at all.
Jo settled on the slight edge of the bed, using her other hand to check his forehead. Clammy skin, and mostly closed eyes. He sounded like a child, like the child she'd been chiding herself on calling him when he was dead, and so she tried to be gentle. Even if it took a breath, given it was not the thing she was often, when not dealing with Jacob. "You need to sleep. I can get you another blanket if you need one."
She'd strip every bed if he needed it, but that would be overkill. Even she knew that.
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Date: 2016-12-03 05:54 am (UTC)But it's the name, too. The ghost that she isn't certain she isn't for him.
And if she's bad at being herself? She's murder on being anyone else at all.
Jo settled on the slight edge of the bed, using her other hand to check his forehead. Clammy skin, and mostly closed eyes. He sounded like a child, like the child she'd been chiding herself on calling him when he was dead, and so she tried to be gentle. Even if it took a breath, given it was not the thing she was often, when not dealing with Jacob. "You need to sleep. I can get you another blanket if you need one."
She'd strip every bed if he needed it, but that would be overkill. Even she knew that.