"Me too," Jesse agreed, sliding his hand along the bed until it reached hers. "That was what kept me going. That, and just...locking everything away in the back of my mind. Survive now, feel it later."
"Hey, Pat, no," he said, turning his head toward the other bed. "You couldn't possibly have known she was coming to the club that day. It's so not your fault, OK? It's really not."