Re: Evie and Jack
"I'm sorry, Ev." Jack put his arm around her, tugging her close so she was leaning on him, his hand rubbing the arm furthest from him. He hadn't known about her mother, which only seemed to add insult to injury about this whole...whatever the hell was going on, and he responded the only way he really knew how. "Well, if it makes you feel any better," he started, leading them up the first few stairs. He wasn't heading to her room, but to his own. She could borrow something of his to sleep in, drink all the water he had in his mini fridge if she was capable, take the bed while he flopped on the couch, and not potentially choke to death on her own drunken vomit. "I had my mom my whole childhood, and I never caught on to that whole girl thing either."