"Yeah, it would be nice to bring your mother something. Even if she just holds it and warms her hands." He knew, from nights out on patrol, that comfort in such a minimal thing could be had. It was such a simple thing, holding a heated cup, and just gaining warmth could comfort a person and relax them.
Putting the water filled kettle on the stove top he brought a flame up under the kettle and went to sit down and wait. "I suppose they will. You should visit your mother more often. She'll likely need and want you around." No doubt Johnathan would like to have her around as well. Death changed a person, how could it not? Death was such a final thing it was powerful and altering in so many ways. It would indeed make things different now.
"I'll help your mother as much as I can as well. I'd like to take some of weight from her shoulders." And onto his own of course. It meant less time out at night as Benitoite but it was worth it, helping Johnathan and his mother - an odd extension of the Evans and Jacobs family.
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