[ He holds her. Chris rushes to her as she falls without hesitation, nearly tripping over his feet and it's clear their size difference now. His hands nearly engulf her body and he pulls her close to him, close without words until she looks at him and tries to protest and with the kindest eyes, the kindest eyes you'd never expect, he tells her that it's okay. Jill seems to ease up in his arms, ease up when he looks at her and speaks. It doesn't seem to be exclusive on Jill's side, it seems to be something more that's unspoken. Something they both fear.
Jill, now, in real-time, looks empty and exhausted; haunted, maybe. Without shield or wall. There's no indictation of awareness of it and instead of that, she scrambles awkwardly to her feet and parts the distance, launching herself on him in response to his question even if it doesn't quite answer her question. ]
I was worried about you. I'm worried about you. [ Look at him after all. She was right to stress and be uncertain. She touches the side of his face, worry written on her own and upset and pained, asking what happened without words. ] ...hey.
[ But she doesn't care that she was more frank, more broken, more willing to let him see her vulnerable. ]
Maybe :eyes:
Jill, now, in real-time, looks empty and exhausted; haunted, maybe. Without shield or wall. There's no indictation of awareness of it and instead of that, she scrambles awkwardly to her feet and parts the distance, launching herself on him in response to his question even if it doesn't quite answer her question. ]
I was worried about you. I'm worried about you. [ Look at him after all. She was right to stress and be uncertain. She touches the side of his face, worry written on her own and upset and pained, asking what happened without words. ] ...hey.
[ But she doesn't care that she was more frank, more broken, more willing to let him see her vulnerable. ]