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It had taken almost an hour from when she had sent the twitter message before Jerry had shown up at the medical facility with a tray in hand, a guitar on his back and a bottle under his arm. He headed toward Sasha's bed and curtain with a look of a man with intense purpose and serious mission.

"Are you awake?" He called out gently.

"How you healing?" He smiled as he wobbled his way into the room, gently setting the tray down to unload the rest- the bottle proved to be freshly squeezed orange juice with clear plastic cups. The tray contained carefully arranged slices of sandwich meat and cheeses that looked like he had very carefully chopped up into neat little cubes, and a plate of glistening clean strawberries, complete with a little dish of yogurt dip.

It was topped off with a small jar he had probably fished from the recycling and washed out to hold the large tropical flower he had picked from somewhere on the island.

He beamed as this was carefully placed before her.

Privacy. Her own bed and things. "I um. Was hoping you'd... um. I mean, my new room is... is pretty big for just one person. We never really... got a chance to um. Talk about it. If... if you'd rather... um. I mean, I'd understand..." He bit his lip before smiling weakly, "You're supposed to dip the strawberry in the yogurt. OH and I found some brown sugar too! My Gram used to love strawberries and yogurt and brown sugar."

"You... moving in with me, I mean," His smile remained as he carefully poured her a glass. "If you wanted to."

Relief poured over the man and he visibly relaxed, laughing weakly, "What's wrong with my couch? I found it! But yeah... yeah I could certainly use help decorating." It was a welcome topic, hopefully as nicely distracting for her as it was for him. "I was thinking of like... turning the sitting room area into like... a place I could hold music lessons for people. Make a few extra dollars that way. The bed is just what came with the room, but it's a double and... and we can always upgrade it. Two paychecks are better than one on that front! You uh... you have some red on your-" Smiling more honestly now, he pulled a napkin from his pocket to reach for her nose.

His expression fell and he glanced down at the tray of food, nervously pushing his glasses up his nose, "It's... it's alright."

"You aren't a burden. And... and things change." He said softly, mulling over his words carefully, "But... but change isn't... isn't always a bad thing. Um. You... you went through something terrible. And... and chances are, we'll continue to go through terrible things. I can't even begin to imagine what... what happened. I only had a tiny taste but that was enough." He pursed his lips again, picking up the yogurt she didn't seem to want, using the spoon to sprinkle a bit of the brown sugar on top before taking a small taste.

He swallowed, keeping his eyes down. "When Francis... when Killzone..." The name, both names, sent pain across his features, muscles working in his jaw, "And then when the crystals broke and you were... you were gone I..." He drew in a deep breath, "I was convinced I'd never see you again."

Another deep breath, followed by a third, carefully bottling his emotions, "However long it takes... whatever you need, I'll be here to help, alright? W-whether-ether you want me or n-not."

Jerry leaned forward, lips pursed, ready to try to kiss her- he had wanted to throw his arms around her, bury his face in her hair, kiss her long and deep and tell her nothing would hurt her and he'd protect her forever but... she barely could withstand his touching her hand. And it would be a lie, anyway.

He leaned back again and sighed. "Are... are you sure you don't want a song? Might make you feel better."