[Jesus. A year older than he could have ever been. Ginia feels the sting there because she was in the same situation last month. A chance to grow, a chance to live, a chance to see much more than life afforded. And this week... she'd grown used to his silence, but it wasn't his natural state. She would have been glad to see his penalty removed, to hear his voice again (all the same, she couldn't quite remember what it sounded like either).
What do you say to any of that?
Nothing really.
So Ginia steps in and gives Jean a light hug. Far lighter than she would have given him before the draft, there's plenty of space for him to get away, but the sentiment is still there.]
[Action]
What do you say to any of that?
Nothing really.
So Ginia steps in and gives Jean a light hug. Far lighter than she would have given him before the draft, there's plenty of space for him to get away, but the sentiment is still there.]