Sookie took a couple steps closer as she waited for Clark to finish his sentence. Being as how she was staring directly into his eyes - and her ability always worked better with eye contact or physical contact, though it wasn't necessary - images of what he'd seen flashed into her mind. A small gasp escaped her lips as she staggered back a step at the vision. There was so much blood - more than she'd seen with any of the killer's (Rene's?) victims back home. Since he was thinking specifically about Jason, she could pick up images of him the strongest.
Tears filled her eyes as she could tell how much he'd been hurt, and she tore her gaze away, taking a deep breath. "Oh my god...." Clark didn't need to say 'tortured'. Sookie saw it.
But he was okay now. That was what was important. Her brother was safe, and healing. And she would be seeing him soon.
She closed her eyes while she tried to bring up her mental blocks again - but at the last second she caught his thought about what she might've been doing. "I was asleep." She spoke without thinking, then opened her eyes again and looked up at him. "That's why I'm . . . dressed this way." "The apartments are pretty far from here, actually. I, uh...do you think you're gonna be okay walking without any shoes?" She glance down at her feet again, before looking up. "I've gone barefoot before . . . but not that far. Mainly just to the end of the drive, or through the yard."
She really wished he'd brought a car. "Can we call someone, or something?" Being as how he was thinking pretty strongly about 'speeding', she frowned slightly in confusion. "We could . . . run?" That didn't sound right, but it was too late to take back the words.