He comes in and crumples into her and Jo doesn't hesitate, she wraps his rangy body in her arms and holds Ezra tightly to her chest. She smooths her hand up his back, between his shoulder blades and up into the back of his short hair, scratching her fingers soothingly against his scalp. She kisses his temple, her own tears falling as she holds him tight. If she came back for nothing else, this would be enough. Ezra and his sister would be enough.
She doesn't try to stop the emotions overwhelming him. She's always believed it best to feel things fully, to let them overtake you rather than trying to be the master of all that pains you. Battling hurts and bottling them up will do no good. She rocks him slightly, holding him and humming softly along with the stereo as she does.
When he finally speaks, she nods faintly. She saw the tunnels, saw the bodies rotting between the tracks, smelled the death on the air. Without Virgil's goodness, this place is nothing but black violence and wicked addictions. "I know, baby," she whispers, brushing her thumb against the curve of his ear. "I know. But I'm here now. I'm here now to make it better." She pauses, swallowing the ragged edges of her voice as she tries to steel herself for her next question. She doesn't have to elaborate, doesn't have even make a full sentence out of it. All she asks is, "Emilie?" When it comes to Ezra's twin, the girl is a question in and of herself. What state she is in now, Jo can only imagine.