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C is for Cry

She's crying and she can't stop. Great gulping sobs that make her whole body shake and her chest hurt and her nose run.

Sawyer doesn't know what to do but hold her close to his body, arms wrapped completely around her, hands caressing gently what they could reach and head resting on the top of hers.

One of her hands comes up to grasp his own and he holds it tight, gripping her fingers like she's gripping his, like one of them will disappear. He doesn't understand, but he knows he doesn't have to.

"'I'm here," he finally says, albeit a little gruffly. Her body trembles against him and he finds himself sinking to the floor, sliding down the wall to rest against it.

"I can't," she tries, but a sob comes out instead, a quick intake of breath right after.

"Shh, it's okay; you can tell me later," he says; he's talking right into her ear now, face pressed against hers at an awkward angle.

But her legs are sprawled over his and he's encompassed her completely and he doesn't care.

Her tears are making her face sticky and her eyes are red and beginning to swell. He knows that if she cries long enough, she'll fall asleep.

As much as the thought of Juliet crying herself to sleep hurts him, he doesn't want her to be crying all night either; doesn't want her thinking about whatever she's thinking about for hours until all the tears she has in her are stained on her cheeks and his shirt.

As if on cue, a yawn fights through and Juliet's head falls to rest under his chin, her fingers gripping his arm just above the elbow.

"I've got you," he says now, quietly, comfortingly. He knows whatever made her this upset is not okay, and she won't be okay until she's ready, so he avoids telling her everything is alright. Because it clearly isn't.

He doesn't quiet her either. She spends too much time quiet, she needs to cry, to let loose like everyone she looks after.

Her sobs are now hiccups and he's smoothing a hand up and down her back, the other up and down a trembling arm. Her legs curl up until they fit and rest under his arm.

He offhandedly thinks she fits nicely there before another watery yawn distracts him.

He looks down at her and her blue eyes are dark and sad, tears pooling under her lids.

"Close your eyes," he whispers gently and she does, a few tears leaking out and crawling down her now-pale cheeks.

"Breathe, just breathe with me. There's my girl," he says next, feeling her fight the hiccups jerking her chest and breathe like he is, until they match.

With her so closely pressed against him, he can feel her heartbeat. He can't help but think that his and hers are as close to beating in sync in that moment as any two people's hearts could.

"Tired," she says quietly, voice thick and slow from crying. She curls even closer to him and he's suddenly very aware of the trust she's just put in him.

He awkwardly unfolds his arms from her and feels her shiver before he repositions her so he can stand with her cradled in his arms.

Her face turns into the spot beneath his chin and he can smell rain and flowers on her hair, along with engine grease and motor oil.

He makes his way down the hallway and pushes open the bedroom door with his foot, crossing the floor to the bed and laying her on it.

She curls away from him and for a moment he thinks she's pulling away from him, but her head turns back to him, a sleepy face staring up from the pillows.

She blinks up at him tiredly and he kicks off his boots and socks before pulling off his shirt and jeans.

She turns away from him again and sighs. He bends over and pulls off her socks and slips off her sweater, leaving her in her sweat pants and tank top.

She shuffles into the middle of the bed and reaches out to him, eyes half closed and almost asleep.

He takes the hint and climbs under covers after her, inching up behind her and pulling her close to him again, his bare skin against hers, her hands resting on the mattress under his.

He feels her breathing even out and lifts his head to kiss her cheek gently. He tastes salt and rests his head on her pillow so his nose touches the back of her neck. He sighs and concentrates on relaxing every part of his body and feels himself smile when her body does the same until she is comfortingly heavy against him.

He falls asleep to her quiet snores.

oh, so sad.

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