Sookie sighs heavily, leaning into her brother's embrace and throwing an arm over his waist. There's a sense of security that comes from being wrapped up in his embrace like this, like a child being swaddled in blankets, protected from exposure to the world. When she closes her eyes, she can hear the steadiness of his pulse, and it brings down the chaos of her own thoughts.

"I know. I know that we can't just live life always worryin' about what we'll lose next. If I get started down that line of thinking..." The grasp of Sookie's hand loosens on the fabric of Jason's shirt, until she's able to stretch her fingers out and simply rest them there. "If I get started down that line of thinking, I'll never stop. And I'll feel guilty for everything. I'll figure it out, though. I'll figure out how to pull my chin up, run that damned restaurant Robin Goodfellow left behind, and get back into the swing of things."

She sniffles. "Tell me something good? How are things with Fred?"