Jono stood as well, stepping forward and placing his hand over hers through the glass that kept them apart. He had to admit that it would have been really nice to have that actual physical contact at the moment, the reassurance, but the fact that she was displaying such a camaraderie did a lot.
She does. Jono recalled trying to get in touch with her, trying to see her in the hospital after he'd healed and she was still bed bound. Her refusals. Her hate that was so thick he could feel it through the door. Thank you, though. It feels good to hear somebody say it who isn't just trying to keep me calm. I know that I can't change the way that things happened, and I know that I couldn't have known, not really. But it's hard to not feel responsible.