her hair is a mess (bedhead, mostly, but as always: have you seen her father) and she's in night clothes with a hooded sweatshirt zipped as far up as it can go. this isn't a new look by any stretch but there are tells; maybe it's tear tracks down her cheeks or puffy red eyes and the fact she is not waiting for him. this isn't about bigby's accident, either, because dave's already been told about that, and a dislocated shoulder isn't something jade's going to run all the way to his house about.
dave's got the upper body strength to pull her up easily, so she doesn't fight it. notably, the tensity in her body is gone when she sees his face, shoulders slumping and breathing stilling like it's caught in her throat.
what's wrong is a loaded question but she'll climb in with his help, first, keeping as quiet as she can. she doesn't want to wake up anyone else. she knows dave's room enough to look out for any mess on the floor (even if its minimal, because he's more tidy than she tends to be) and when she steps down, back pressed against the sill, jade swallows hard.
it's a loaded question and now there's a mounting frustration because she's mad at herself for running all the way here when she probably could have gotten away with a phone call or something. a phone call would have been enough but
her phone is buzzing with notifications again and she doesn't even bother to look, just buries her face in his chest and wraps her arms around his midsection. ] You're okay. [ a beat, and then, again, but softer: ] You're okay.
[ of course he is. why would she think that he wouldn't be? it was too real. ]
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her hair is a mess (bedhead, mostly, but as always: have you seen her father) and she's in night clothes with a hooded sweatshirt zipped as far up as it can go. this isn't a new look by any stretch but there are tells; maybe it's tear tracks down her cheeks or puffy red eyes and the fact she is not waiting for him. this isn't about bigby's accident, either, because dave's already been told about that, and a dislocated shoulder isn't something jade's going to run all the way to his house about.
dave's got the upper body strength to pull her up easily, so she doesn't fight it. notably, the tensity in her body is gone when she sees his face, shoulders slumping and breathing stilling like it's caught in her throat.
what's wrong is a loaded question but she'll climb in with his help, first, keeping as quiet as she can. she doesn't want to wake up anyone else. she knows dave's room enough to look out for any mess on the floor (even if its minimal, because he's more tidy than she tends to be) and when she steps down, back pressed against the sill, jade swallows hard.
it's a loaded question and now there's a mounting frustration because she's mad at herself for running all the way here when she probably could have gotten away with a phone call or something. a phone call would have been enough but
her phone is buzzing with notifications again and she doesn't even bother to look, just buries her face in his chest and wraps her arms around his midsection. ] You're okay. [ a beat, and then, again, but softer: ] You're okay.
[ of course he is. why would she think that he wouldn't be? it was too real. ]
I had a nightmare.
[ it's muffled, but it's there and sincere. ]