She lifted a hand, bringing it up to curl long, slim fingers around one of his wrists, like she needed to be anchored to him. And maybe she did. She felt like she needed something stronger and better than her to hold onto, something that resembled hope and let her believe that maybe it would all be okay. And Jack was just that for her.
"You sound like you're speaking from experience," she said, and it was punctuated by a slight sniffle. He had her laughing just a moment later, though, like he always did. He was so much better at cheering her up than her brother was.
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She lifted a hand, bringing it up to curl long, slim fingers around one of his wrists, like she needed to be anchored to him. And maybe she did. She felt like she needed something stronger and better than her to hold onto, something that resembled hope and let her believe that maybe it would all be okay. And Jack was just that for her.
"You sound like you're speaking from experience," she said, and it was punctuated by a slight sniffle. He had her laughing just a moment later, though, like he always did. He was so much better at cheering her up than her brother was.
"Impossible. Queens don't get lines."