[ Some part of Julie is actually surprised he lets her finish. People have a tendency to ignore her at her most desperate, she's found, and those that don't completely disregard her don't have the mental bandwidth for her problems anyway. When every single person in the world has experienced almost identical trauma, then no one person's trauma is worth dealing with.
Sam hugs her and it's the first time she can remember being held for reassurance in years. Nothing behind it, nothing to gain. She shakes in his arms, and then he says he's sorry, sorry, and she realizes that no one has ever said that to her. Survivors don't say that to each other, and everyone she's told here has just given a vague platitude of sympathy. That sucks, and yeah, it does, and yeah, none of these people had anything to do with it, but there is something so comforting in just hearing someone say out loud that she didn't deserve everything that happened. An acknowledgment that she had suffered.
She sobs once against his shoulder, gasps. It's just been held in too long, that same way that a single person asking if you're all right when you're faking it can make you crack. Her fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt at his sides, where she can't make her arms lift all the way. Her whisper is hoarse. ]
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Sam hugs her and it's the first time she can remember being held for reassurance in years. Nothing behind it, nothing to gain. She shakes in his arms, and then he says he's sorry, sorry, and she realizes that no one has ever said that to her. Survivors don't say that to each other, and everyone she's told here has just given a vague platitude of sympathy. That sucks, and yeah, it does, and yeah, none of these people had anything to do with it, but there is something so comforting in just hearing someone say out loud that she didn't deserve everything that happened. An acknowledgment that she had suffered.
She sobs once against his shoulder, gasps. It's just been held in too long, that same way that a single person asking if you're all right when you're faking it can make you crack. Her fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt at his sides, where she can't make her arms lift all the way. Her whisper is hoarse. ]
I just want them to leave us alone. All of us.