Ruby didn't know what to do. It was that simple. She didn't know how to help her friend through the loss of Chuck. She'd messaged Dean, practicly begging him to send someone to help her deal with this. She made sure Jo was physically okay, as okay as she could be she supposed. And she'd made sure Jo wasn't going anywhere like Dean had asked. Least she could do she supposed. In some ways it might be a good thing that Jo didn't have to grieve for too long. Or was that one of those things she shouldn't think. Things she'd forgotton. Probably was, she could expect that she would forget all sorts of things without Sam there to guide her. She missed him every day, much as he was walking around he wasn't always Sam. In many ways she had mourned her husband same as Jo was doing for Chuck now.
Maybe she could relate to Jo like that?
"I know how it feels, Might not think it, but I do. You feel like you're missing a part of yourself." she said "You wonder how things'd get any better, And I'm not going to lie to you about this, that little part of you will always feel empty. And it'll hurt. It'll pretty much hurt forever. But it gets easier. Not better just more managable" But maybe that was wrong. Maybe it was different for her. Her husband wasn't dead. Not exactly anyway, and she got to see him sometimes. Not that Jo knew that of course. It was best. It was best for everyone that she didn't know.
Jo didn't look at her, didn't even move. She just lay there where Ruby had put her, staring at the wall. What was she supposed to say beyond what she had. What was she meant to do to comfort someone that actually had become her friend over the years. It was awkward and confusing and human. Everything she wanted away from right now.