"No, I don't-" she starts quietly. "But... I still am."
Jane runs her fingers through his hair a little, face still buried. Going back home couldn't have been easy. She knows this, even more-so now. "I know I can't do much, Carlos... But if I can, I want to."
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Jane runs her fingers through his hair a little, face still buried. Going back home couldn't have been easy. She knows this, even more-so now. "I know I can't do much, Carlos... But if I can, I want to."