HE’S NOT OKAY.
j.d. is trying to tell her constantly that he’s fine, and he’s trying to tell her that this DOESN’T bother him. she watches as he keeps brushing everything off, and she purses her lips as she watches him eat the food that she made him. there was almost some kind of tense silence as she sat with him, the only light in the room being a few candles here and there. his mother had died today.
❛ can you tell me about her? ❜ she asked, taking a bite of the food that was in front of her. he had mentioned bits and pieces here and there. The main thing was the she was a SAINT compared to his father. she reached over, taking his hand and giving it a slight squeeze. it was the kind of squeeze to just let them know that they were loved. and GOD, was he loved. ❛ if you don’t want to then that’s alright. just maybe talking about her might make you feel BETTER. when i talk about philip i always feel a little better. ❜ philip was dead. but when she talked about her precious son, it ALWAYS brought a smile to her face.
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