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Jackson was fidgety, jumpy, and it was all too telling in his body language, and when Jude worried he could bolt, she was likely right in that assumption. Jackson didn’t ask for help. It was just something he didn’t do. Trust wasn’t given easy by the human, nor was his ability to be vulnerable with others, and yet, here he was, forcing himself to face both things with the djinn. Jackson couldn’t help the way he hesitated when she took his hand, knowing full well what the touch meant with the Djinn, but he forced himself to remember that this was Jude. Jude that Noah trusted. Jude that Elliot trusted. So he made himself nod, fingers curling against hers, allowing her to lead him upstairs.
Jackson moves into the office as she opened the door, moving towards the couch, but finds himself pacing for a moment, hesitating, ready to take back things that hadn’t even been said yet, ready to just say never mind and head back towards the cells. But the nagging pull on the back of his mind of what he was so desperate to see kept him there, forced him to sit on the edge of the couch, his knee bouncing anxiously, his hands never really being able to still. “Right, yeah, I um–” Jackson pauses for a moment, trying to form the right words. “Your uh, your visions, you can make people see anything right? Like, other people? Real people? I mean, I know like, of course it’s just a vision but you can still make someone see them right? Like you could make me see like, Noah right now, not actually him, but you could make me see him?” He says, words rambling a bit, clearly nervous to get to his actual point.
It was difficult for the djinn to hide her smile as she listened to the way Jackson seemed to talk himself into following through with what was likely an impulsive search for her in the first place. Thankfully her face wasn’t visible as he took her hand and she led him through the club, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance every so often. He could trust her, the same as Elliot and Noah. Jude prided herself on the fact that she wasn’t like the other djinn on the island, even if she did still have blood on her hands that could never be washed away. It was why she tried so hard in the first place, worked to ignore the instincts that her species tried to dictate from her behavior.
His behavior and actions were noted as she glanced over the papers on her desk, once again finding herself hiding a smile. It was something of a relief when he stopped pacing and found a perch on the edge of the couch, nervous words washing over her as she stood and slowly approached him as if he were a cornered animal. Asking for help often came down to pride, she thought. And it was clear that it was difficult, Jude trying to ease him as much as she could. “I can make you see anything and anyone you wish, lovely. In fact, Noah and I have had quite a few discussions of creating a vision of him finally fucking Magnus,” she offered with a bit of a wry grin, hoping the levity might help. “Or at the very least Luke Skywalker. But yes, I do have that ability. Though I doubt you came here to ask for something similar, or to ask for a vision of a man whose door you can simply knock on when you wish to visit him.” It was gentle encouragement, her steps finally reaching the couch and she had to stop herself from reaching out to take Jackson’s hand again in reassurance. “What do you need to see, my darling?”

















