[Jail just... holds on. Keeps hugging her and lets her cry as long as she needs to, patting her back and murmuring the kind of soothing, wordless nonsense that's more about knowing someone else is there than sounding coherent.]
[Maybe that's all she can do right now- hold on and be there. So be it. There's worse ways to start than being a shoulder to cry on.]
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[Maybe that's all she can do right now- hold on and be there. So be it. There's worse ways to start than being a shoulder to cry on.]