[ It's such a startling shift from re-collected to falling apart that it takes Jim a second to realize what, exactly, is going on. The tear slip from her eyes and he can't help but reach out, trying to do something, except then she's scrambling away, sliding out of the bed and looking for the world like the young horses that were raised near his home in Iowa, spooked and ready to run.
His voice, when he finds it, is achingly soft, trying to soothe ] hey, hey. La'an, hey. I'm sorry, okay? Shit, I'm sorry. You're okay though, it's okay--
[ He doesn't even know what, exactly, he's apologizing for, but he doesn't care as long as it helps. He hopes it helps. ]
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His voice, when he finds it, is achingly soft, trying to soothe ] hey, hey. La'an, hey. I'm sorry, okay? Shit, I'm sorry. You're okay though, it's okay--
[ He doesn't even know what, exactly, he's apologizing for, but he doesn't care as long as it helps. He hopes it helps. ]