Sometimes when dealing with grief just being there for someone in silence brought miles of comfort. There was no right answer in these terms. Even as much as Judson wished there were. He could only offer his friend support, whatever she deemed fit. Judson nodded upon her words. She sought closure. The idea of not knowing would kept anybody awake at night. The unknown was a pure bitch. “Just don’t do anything drastic alright? Well, if you get the feeing - call me so I can come along for that ride.” He noted. It wasn’t something he pegged the blond to do but Judson couldn’t blame her. Certainly, to any normal person with feelings - the thoughts were sure to plague anyone’s mind. “If anything turns up, no matter how big or small I’ll be there. You have my word.” It was another promise he could fulfill. Judson ultimately wanted to give her clarification that she didn’t have to battle this on her own. He would try to find answers for her too.
“I guess that just means I have to prove all of them wrong.” The smallest of smiles being formed and shown her way. Tears didn’t scare him. In fact, it only wanted him to be more close to her. She was vulnerable. Everyone was in some sort of way. He appreciated that she could let loose in front of him. He certainly would never hold such a thing against her - never. But it made him want to protect her more. Regardless, of her strong character. “We all are. Don’t forget that. You’ve gone through a shit ton of trauma. You’re still standing. That’s hell of a lot more then most can say. Like I said, you really don’t know how strong you really are. If you really want to see a mess, you should see how I am with needles now. I probably shouldn’t have told you that.” He laughed upon his own confession. Obviously, in hopes it would stray her from her own hardships at that very moment. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” The man was quick to nod. She needed him so his answer would never be no. Loyalty is the backbone of every friendship. There wasn’t much Judson wouldn’t do for the people he cared for. “Come on, let’s get you home. I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” His arm wrapping around her waist as he led her out of their locker room. By her side he would be through thick and thin.
She knew that Judson was the one who would never leave her, or well if he did, she knew that he would try to come back to her. That was the type of friendship they had, in a million tiny ways Judson had saved her somehow. He always had her back and she always had his, the woman knew what he had gone through within his past and he knew what she had gone through and what she is going through. It was always nice to have someone in your corner. Listening to him talk, his voice brought her a sense of calm she hasn't felt in a long time and Hailey smiled softly "I promise I won't do anything drastic, but I will call you if I feel like it." Hailey replied quietly, and then took a deep breath. This was so hard, and Hailey had no idea if she was handling this whole situation right, but there was no right or wrong way to handle this "I told the ME to call me if she found a male, mid thirties with a broken shoulder. I know that's probably not healthy but I need to.." Stopping herself for a minute, Hailey sighed "I just want to know if he's.. if he's okay. I know he's dead and I know he's not coming back, I just want to make sure he's okay." It was silly when Hailey said that, but she knew Judson wouldn't judge
After the two had gotten back to her apartment, Hailey poured herself a thing of whiskey and then poured a thing of whiskey for Judson. She propped her elbows up on the counter, and let her head rest in her hands. Rest, it was something she probably really needed but Hailey knew she couldn't do that. She threw herself into work when things got like this and the blonde sighed. She looked exhausted, mentally. "Did you know he used to sing to me?" Hailey questioned Jud, and then laughed a little "He was absolutely terrible, but it was one of my favorite things and I miss it. Why does this have to be so fucking hard Jud? I don't get it. I just want answers, and if I can talk to Booth somehow, maybe not even as Kelly but as me, Hailey then maybe he'll give me some answers. But you know how Booth is, so probably no t. I know he's the one who did it." Letting out a shaky breath, Hailey let the tears finally fall she didn't know she was holding in "I hate this. I hate that I don't know how to deal with this." She folded her arms across her chest and looked at Jud “I just want to hear his voice one last time.”
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