[The woman lets out a soothing little hum and places her hand on top of his while they're pushed into his hair, rubbing her thumb over the back of his knuckles. She wouldn't have minded if he'd shouted at her - hell, she might have even shouted back, it might have been cathartic - but not fighting is infinitely preferable.
She checks behind her for anything she may accidentally sit on, and then shifts to plant herself cross-legged on the floor, clasping her hands together in her lap.]
If this is just a bad day, I'd hate to see what you might do to the room if you were really upset. [Jane says with a small, crooked smile.]
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She checks behind her for anything she may accidentally sit on, and then shifts to plant herself cross-legged on the floor, clasping her hands together in her lap.]
If this is just a bad day, I'd hate to see what you might do to the room if you were really upset. [Jane says with a small, crooked smile.]
Talk to me?