Her already staccato breaths come even sharper, and Jim tightens his hand around her shoulder, holding on like he can keep whatever's coming at bay, but he knows he can't.
Biggie is opening his vest, and Jim doesn't believe in a single damn deity in all the universe, but he finds he feels like praying all the same. This isn't like home. There's nothing he can do here, nothing he can be except for comfort, and that won't be enough. He doesn't know how to be enough, and god, he hates no win scenarios to the depths of his bones.
"Kate..." he murmurs, because he's not sure if Magnus is going to talk Biggie out of it. "You don't have to watch."
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Date: 2012-03-14 04:40 am (UTC)Biggie is opening his vest, and Jim doesn't believe in a single damn deity in all the universe, but he finds he feels like praying all the same. This isn't like home. There's nothing he can do here, nothing he can be except for comfort, and that won't be enough. He doesn't know how to be enough, and god, he hates no win scenarios to the depths of his bones.
"Kate..." he murmurs, because he's not sure if Magnus is going to talk Biggie out of it. "You don't have to watch."