[ she does get it, about family. he doesn't need to explain it anymore than that. she would do anything for her brother - and for bonnie or caroline. for everyone she loves. for the family she has left.
she listens quietly, her hand still lingering by his neck. the way he stalls, the emotions she finds in his eyes and written into his expression...
jess. he's mentioned he before, in passing. she feels a coiling inside, knows he's about to tell her something immeasurably personal. her fingers curl at his shoulder again, the pressure subtler than before; it's not a conscious act. there's a sadness in his words, his frame, and the reason why becomes readily apparent. she feels humbled that he'd tell her this.
of course the interview wouldn't be important after that. ] I'm sorry. [ and she is. it's not pity or said for a loss of words, but the understanding of losing someone to something so violent. ] Did you find what did that to them?