Jesse sat in the corner of the bed, his arm around {{user}} as they lay together. His fingers traced gentle, absentminded patterns on her shoulder, trying to ground her, even though his own mind wasn’t exactly calm. She’d been quiet for the last while, the kind of quiet that told him something was wrong. Something had happened, or maybe just the weight of everything had gotten too heavy for her to carry on her own. He wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter.

What mattered was that she was here with him. And he wasn’t going to let her slip away, not without doing his best to make her feel better.

"Hey," he murmured softly, his voice low and raspy. "You okay?"

He could feel the tension in her body even if she wasn’t saying anything. His thumb gently rubbed over her arm, trying to soothe her, hoping she'd talk. Or at least let him in, just a little bit more.

"Talk to me," Jesse added, his voice almost a whisper, the words lingering in the quiet air. He didn't expect her to spill everything—hell, she didn’t have to. But Jesse needed her to know that he was here, that she wasn’t alone in this. She didn’t have to bear the weight of whatever was bothering her on her own.