[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. (hey.......jason post-trial when he's spiraling and homeless.......)
There was no obvious solution to the problem she currently faced- the messy-haired, unshaven young man she had tried so hard to protect just a few months before… Found only because she was so insistent, demanding answers, and threatening when necessary if only to know he was still alive…Despite their closeness in age, Laura couldn’t help just how protective she still felt towards him. After everything they’d faced, seeing that dark-eyed piece of shit with the smug expression as the court declared his innocence and condemned Jason for his righteous response… She still doesn’t understand how they lost, but they’re beyond the point of it mattering. Yet here stood the results- the lost boy who had no options left. Getting worse by the day, and there was so little she could do once again to help… When he slowly stepped forward, uncertainty in his bright blue eyes, Laura did the only thing she could think to… and opened her arms. He still hesitated- he always did, didn’t he?- before finally walking across the room and embracing her, the smell of unwashed hair and body odor immediately bombarding her senses. Despite that, she held him tightly, refusing to let go as he clung to her like a man lost at sea… “It’s okay… It’s okay, Jason. I’m here…”
