[ Thump, thump, thump. Jem smells like soap and sweat, maybe a little salty, those tears gathered on her cheeks, on his shirt. He doesn't sleep either, not right away, but Jem settles close by and his broad hands play with her long strands of hair, fingers slipping through the strands to scratch against her scalp.
It says: We're here together. I've got you, I've got you, you're mine, I'm yours.
Eventually he falls asleep, head tilted toward hers, nose against her hair and filled with her scent, and he finally, finally sleeps, heavy drawls of breath. ]
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It says: We're here together. I've got you, I've got you, you're mine, I'm yours.
Eventually he falls asleep, head tilted toward hers, nose against her hair and filled with her scent, and he finally, finally sleeps, heavy drawls of breath. ]