"I don't want you to go..." she finally admitted, breaking down into his shoulder, as the tension of holding it in the last few days escaped her. Matt sighed and at first Jenna thought it was a agitated sigh, a humoured sigh even... But it wasn't. It was a tired sigh. Like he knew. "Oh Jen... Nor do I..." Matt replied as he held her there... {Matt and Jenna fic}