"Easy, easy," Jack tried, carefully picking up bits and pieces where he could, trying to see if he could make out any visuals on the strips he had in his hand. Fuck, there was no way. "Let's......try to keep them straight. If you start bending them it's just gonna be harder to put them back together."
Yeah fucking RIGHT, his brain chirped. Like that's gonna happen.
It was true, the album was absolutely irreparably fucked, but she didn't need to hear that right now. Not while she was freaking out. Not before anyone actually tried. And he'd said he'd help her with her punishment, though he sure as hell hadn't expected-
Fuck. Just listening to the people around him, no one could have expected any of this shit. He looked up to Val over Pam's shoulder, as if frantically pleading for backup, then looked back to poor Pam. He reached a hand out, plucking a piece of paper from her face and carefully resting it among the bits in his hands. "Let's just try to straighten out what we can and put it somewhere they won't bend or get all scrunched or whatever. We'll sort through them and see what we can do, okay?" He tried to sound positive, but the energy just wasn't there. He couldn't even fake it.