Jackson gives Jono's hand a reassuring squeeze. It's all right, he tries to project, leaning in to nudge his nose against Jono's lightly. There's nothing to be worried about. Smiling softly, Jackson pulls back and turns to take a step toward the door.
Inside the room, Gray is tucked into bed with the monitor affixed to the wall above beeping a soft cardiac rhythm. Beside the bed sit a blond woman, in her early forties, holding the boy's hand and clearly trying to put herself together from the verge of hysterics. She looks up with the two enter and gives a strained little smile.
Jackson pauses just beyond the door, feeling a little awkward, and tugs at Jono's hand lightly. "Mom, this is Jono," he introduces. "Jono, this is my mom."
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Date: 2009-10-11 12:24 am (UTC)Inside the room, Gray is tucked into bed with the monitor affixed to the wall above beeping a soft cardiac rhythm. Beside the bed sit a blond woman, in her early forties, holding the boy's hand and clearly trying to put herself together from the verge of hysterics. She looks up with the two enter and gives a strained little smile.
Jackson pauses just beyond the door, feeling a little awkward, and tugs at Jono's hand lightly. "Mom, this is Jono," he introduces. "Jono, this is my mom."