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Sherry blinked at him again, her brow furrowing. "Getting them? Like...replacing?"

Sherry continued to stare. Her eyes got a little more tear-filled and her lip started to quiver.

And then she hugged him and started to cry.

It was like, gross sobbing or anything, but she was crying. All over his shoulder, totally forgetting her earlier reasoning that all contact should be dictated by him.

"I don't know if they can be replaced. I don't even remember... But it's so nice of you to want to... After I've been nothing but terrible and pushy and you just..." His shirt, where she held it between her fingers, was never going to be unwrinkled. "You're so sweet and I don't deserve you."

She really was horrible to him, and it was all because of her stupid insecurities. Not fair to him. And...here he was, wanting to fix her stupid little bottles. Sherry just... didn't know what to do. So she cried some more.

Armagnac was mumbling things in the back of her mind and Sherry was doing her best to ignore them. According to the weapon, buying things was the last thing Jake should be ashamed of.

Sherry just shook her head at both Jake and her weapon. But her words were for Jake. "No, no. It's okay. We can't fix them; they're too broken. And we can't just go buy a whole bunch to replace them, you're right. But I can do that slowly. Don't worry."

She stepped back to smile at him, tears still in her eyes. She smiled and placed her hands on either side of his face. "Look at you. Always wanting to help, always tolerating me and silly requests. And now this. So sweet, so kind." Pulling his head down gently, she leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek, thumb running over the spot right after. "So caring. That's how I know you didn't want to hurt me."

More tears, and she moved in for another hug, hands moving to slide down his arms. She liked holding his hands.

She let out a sigh to match his, shaking her head again. "No, it's okay. I don't think it can be done. You didn't see... they'd shattered." She let go of his hands and wrapped her arms around him. It was very, very nice of him to be so determined about it, but really, Sherry knew it was a hopeless endeavor. And...she'd kind of accepted they were gone. Her bottles, her mirrors.... the last few shattered remnants of life before, though in all honesty she'd bought several of the bottles since coming to Deus. But the main point was that they were things, and she could replace them, more or less.

"Please, don't trouble yourself about it. It'll be ok. I can just...start the collection over, from scratch." She leaned on him and sniffled. "But thank you, for caring so much."

She smiled. "Yes."

And then he was promising things and headed for the trash. "No," she reached out to take his hand, intending to pull it close and cuddle it, "they're not that important. It's okay. Here, come sit with me."

"But I...." She only watched as he continued on. What he said didn't make any sense. How was fixing the bottles going to prove anything?

But it WAS sweet, and Jake...seemed determined. Sherry just....didn't have the heart to argue.

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"Because some things can't be fixed." She said it as gently as she could. It broke her heart to see him so sad about it. He was trying to do something nice and just...

Sherry slid off the bed. She'd spent the past few hours reading, planning, and telling Jake he didn't need to worry. But now she went to kneel behind him, leaning on his back as she wrapped her arms around him. "Pieces of them turned to dust. You can't fix that." Especially not when there had been so many bottles to begin with.

"But thank you."

Sherry hugged him tighter, resting her chin on his shoulder as she surveyed the glass.

"It's okay, really. They're replaceable. I liked them, but they're not important." Really, Jake. She'd accepted it. Shattered glass was just that. Shattered glass.