Jack swallows painfully, wishing he could take her pain away, particularly as he knows how that feels; to have the future--a second chance--in your grasp and have it ripped away suddenly, leaving you with regrets and might-have-beens.
But he's not even sure how he can try and comfort her, not when they've drifted apart and when there's still that tiny voice in his head that still says that if he'd just done things differently, that Tony would still be here, that Michelle wouldn't have to go through with this.
Slowly, without really thinking about what he's doing, he reaches out and lightly puts a hand on her arm, whispering, "I know."
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Date: 2007-01-19 04:59 am (UTC)But he's not even sure how he can try and comfort her, not when they've drifted apart and when there's still that tiny voice in his head that still says that if he'd just done things differently, that Tony would still be here, that Michelle wouldn't have to go through with this.
Slowly, without really thinking about what he's doing, he reaches out and lightly puts a hand on her arm, whispering, "I know."