[He holds on, ignores the way she's hitting him because he barely feels it anyway. If she was putting any real effort behind it and not flailing like a frightened animal, he knows he'd be hurting. He winces when she screams, when she sobs, but instead of letting go, he tightens his arms around her just a little as a silent reassurance that he's not leaving anytime soon.]
Shhh. It's okay.
[It isn't. None of it's okay and he wants Jerry dead, but he's so fucking relieved that she's human again, that she's not a vampire anymore, that she's herself even if she feels guilty and horrible because at the end of the day, at least the people she hurt have also returned to normal. They've recovered. Come back. They're okay. Permanent physical damage wasn't done. It's not a lot of reassurance, and he knows that and he knows she knows that too, but it's something.
It's a start.
He shakes his head at her apologies, reaching a hand up to stroke her hair gently.]
I know. I know you are, Allison. I know. [And god does he know. He knows exactly how sorry she is.]
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Shhh. It's okay.
[It isn't. None of it's okay and he wants Jerry dead, but he's so fucking relieved that she's human again, that she's not a vampire anymore, that she's herself even if she feels guilty and horrible because at the end of the day, at least the people she hurt have also returned to normal. They've recovered. Come back. They're okay. Permanent physical damage wasn't done. It's not a lot of reassurance, and he knows that and he knows she knows that too, but it's something.
It's a start.
He shakes his head at her apologies, reaching a hand up to stroke her hair gently.]
I know. I know you are, Allison. I know. [And god does he know. He knows exactly how sorry she is.]