Re: Evie and Jack
"I know you do," Jack murmured in reply, both looking and feeling pained. It hurt to see her like this, but more than, he really did know. Her words felt like something that might as well have streamed their way out of his own chest, but he swallowed against the knot that now rose from his gut to his throat.
He wanted to hug her, encompass her in warm arms and squeeze her until she smiled again. As if he had that powers. But then she was getting to her feet again, the moment passing, and he trailed after her.
"Of course you do," he told her, resting his hand on her back as he edged her toward the foyer and the stairs that would lead them upstairs. This time he kept a closer eye on her, and his other hand at the ready in case she seemed to be heading down again. "Why would you say something like that?" It probably wasn't smart to ask, but between that and her blatantly not thinking she was pretty, which was fucking ridiculous, he really wanted to know. Who the fuck had put all that shit in her head?