"It's ok, Carlos." His shuddering breaths hit their linked hands in the diamond between touching knees. Closer than they should without violence. Mal doesn't care about his scared eyes. But they make something in her stomach shrivel unpleasantly, so doing anything to get rid of that fear is perfectly selfish.
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It was too big on her. She shouldn't be wearing it. Jay had the fewest clothes of all of them. But changing would put stress on her ribs - not broken but feeling like it. So Evie feigned sleep in a too - large shirt as a hand carded through her hair.