His arms go around her, and her spine goes rigid, her feet ready to spin on the heels and point her in the opposite direction, her hands moving to wipe angrily at her eyes.
But instead of fleeing, she stays; instead of resisting, she lets herself slump against him.
Her arms don't follow his example, though, and she tells herself this is only for a minute.
She knows where Jack is. She knows that he's no worse off than they were -- physically, at least -- and even had it a little nicer by not being in a cage outside.
She knows that whether or not the blonde was bluffing about how much control they have over Danny and what his plans really are... he'd still kill Sawyer if given another excuse for violence.
"Shut up, James," she tells his shoulder, only a fraction of the usual bite behind the words.
This time she's not going back even if he wants to.
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She won't look at him.
His arms go around her, and her spine goes rigid, her feet ready to spin on the heels and point her in the opposite direction, her hands moving to wipe angrily at her eyes.
But instead of fleeing, she stays; instead of resisting, she lets herself slump against him.
Her arms don't follow his example, though, and she tells herself this is only for a minute.
She knows where Jack is. She knows that he's no worse off than they were -- physically, at least -- and even had it a little nicer by not being in a cage outside.
She knows that whether or not the blonde was bluffing about how much control they have over Danny and what his plans really are... he'd still kill Sawyer if given another excuse for violence.
"Shut up, James," she tells his shoulder, only a fraction of the usual bite behind the words.
This time she's not going back even if he wants to.