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[hebeimmortalized]

Feb 17, 2017; late evening

Jillie takes a deep breath as she watches her brother's silhouette draw closer through the window. It's stupid to feel nervous, but she hugs Newt's coat tighter around herself. She certain Jack won't be angry at her, but it's as much the idea that she'll upset him at all that has her feeling a little sick.

Her makeup is a mess, and she can feel her cheeks drying stiff from her tears. She can imagine what will go through his head when he sees her, and braces herself when the door opens.

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[rockabillyboy]

Jack opens the door and freezes, staring at Jillie on the doorstep. Her clothes are torn, her makeup's run and she looks both exhausted and terrified. Immediately, he steps in, catching hold of her arm, the unfamiliar jacket and pulling her in towards him.

"Jesus, Jillie, are you okay?"
Stupid question, Jack.