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that old house next door . . .
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Jerry understood, of course. If you closed yourself off, no one could hurt you. It made him think of the times he'd closed himself off from his own humanity โ how much ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ it was to live as an emotionless force of death than as Gellert cel Catura.
Bambi was doing +
something much less drastic, but he still hoped one day, she could break out of the cycle. There was no one who deserved healing and true connection as much as Bambi did, in his eyes.
Jerry nodded, a small smile on his lips. "For you," he confirmed, his voice low and warm, his +
"It doesn't matter," Jerry countered, his dark eyes burning with conviction.
"You're capable of fighting for yourselfโclearly, you ended his sorry lifeโbut you deserve someone in your corner, Bambi. Someone who would sooner die than let anhthing hurt you again." +
Dandridge cleared his throat softly, willing his tension to relax some.
"But... you also deserve a shoulder you can lean on. I don't like seeing you so closed off," he murmured, softer now. "I want you to know that you can always talk to me if ever you need to."
He stood +
Jerry expelled a breath. He felt no satisfaction when Bambi confirmed his suspicions... only despair and rage.
A muscle ticked in his jaw, and his fingers curled into a fist where it gripped the fabric of his trousers at the knee.
"That bastard," he gritted out, every word +
"I can't express how sorry I am."
A dull ๐ต๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฑ sounded from deep within the belly of the old Victorian; the locked basement. Jerry didn't react.
"I cannot atone for the wrongs that man has done to you. What he costed you," Jerry continued, his voice deepening a +
Jerry shot to his feet suddenly, almost making the table shake.
"No... I didn't," he muttered.
With supernatural speed, he zips into the kitchen and back in his eagerness to rectify his blunder.
"Here, love," he passes a plate to her, and instantly he's beside her again like +
hold back any longer.
"It was today that it happened, wasn't it?"
His tone is even and measuredโtoo much so. Like he's holding himself back from expressing the severity of what he was feeling.
"On your birthday."
She has never told him what day her birthday. He doesn't +
"Hm ?"
The sudden, subdued sound of her voice made Jerry perk up, blinking in her direction.
"Oh, yes. Of course, I... like to believe I am improving. Perhaps in another life or afterlife, I'd have been a barista."
Jerry smiled to himself and shook his head. Then, he shifted +
so he faced her more fully, crossing one long leg over the other.
"How are you... holding up ?" he asked, his voice a low, soft baritone.
Jerry had another question on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't want to ask outright.
He needed to assess her state first and +
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Jerry was crossing the parlor when he glanced toward the living room, and stopped dead in his tracks.
Bambi has seemed increasingly sullen, prickly, and withdrawn. But Jerry knew her demeanor was merely a byproduct of the terrible wrongs done to +
her. She may pretend not to want to be seen, but her scars made themselves known to one who paid close attention.
And with one look, he knew... ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ was the day.
Jerry's dark gaze lingered on the back of her curls for a moment, before he stalked into the kitchen, quietly +