[ she's never been good at this — at providing comfort, at consoling others. back home, she could barely acknowledge that matthew murdock was a friend, much less that his demise devastated her far more than she cared to admit.
jessica doesn't brush off his hand, permitting him to keep their fingers loosely entwined. he's here. he's safe. perhaps he broke his promise to her, but he came back. that's all that matters. ]
Did you get through to her?
[ she inquires gently, her eyes never drifting from him in the darkness. once she asks, jessica extracts her hand, creating yet another layer of distance between them.
she recalls why he stayed, what kept him tethered to that building. murdock couldn't leave his ex behind, that dipshit. she hopes elektra natchios was worth it. ]
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jessica doesn't brush off his hand, permitting him to keep their fingers loosely entwined. he's here. he's safe. perhaps he broke his promise to her, but he came back. that's all that matters. ]
Did you get through to her?
[ she inquires gently, her eyes never drifting from him in the darkness. once she asks, jessica extracts her hand, creating yet another layer of distance between them.
she recalls why he stayed, what kept him tethered to that building. murdock couldn't leave his ex behind, that dipshit. she hopes elektra natchios was worth it. ]