[She only lifts her head to unscrew the cap and lift the bottle to her lips. No glass, no cares left to give. If's a big gulp; it burns going down and burns still on her tongue after she's screwing the cap back on. She leaves the bottle at his side and stays sat back, just to really look at him. He looks just as miserable as she does and for a moment she knows how easy it would be to hate Cole for leaving them. There's a sharp twist in her chest and she feels utterly emptied out.
She sniffs, once, and cups Petre's face with her hands. She thinks to say we can't let this happen again, but that might be obvious. Getting close to people hurts here more than anywhere else. She knew that from the start; everything here is temporary. Even Petre. She swallows down a lump, eyes stinging even though there's no tears.
(Cole could come back and Jem doesn't know what she'd do if he did. )
Gently, she places a kiss to Petre's forehead. Tender, consoling.]
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She sniffs, once, and cups Petre's face with her hands. She thinks to say we can't let this happen again, but that might be obvious. Getting close to people hurts here more than anywhere else. She knew that from the start; everything here is temporary. Even Petre. She swallows down a lump, eyes stinging even though there's no tears.
(Cole could come back and Jem doesn't know what she'd do if he did. )
Gently, she places a kiss to Petre's forehead. Tender, consoling.]