Ileana held on to his arm, not saying a word as he talked. She didn't know how to feel beyond a disturbing fear settling in her gut. What had Jason done to Cole? She mulled over the words in her head, a part of him wanted to kill her on that rooftop. If her heart could've shattered any further, it'd be in pieces on the floor.
"Jesus Christ..." she muttered, finally letting go of his arm to run her hands through her long hair. "Listen to yourself, Cole. Listen. You want to deal with this or...or have your own way of how you think you need to deal with this. But there's ways to help you," she was talking to a brick wall and she knew it. She put her hand on his back and quietly, "I want you to get better. I'll follow you ever step of the way if you'd let me. It doesn't have to end like this."