It's almost time to close up. Sookie can see, out of the corner of her eye, the last couple of customers making their way towards the entrance, and hopes dearly that they haven't been driven out by her hysterics. She can't quite bring herself to stand yet and urge them not to rush, though, instead leaning against Derek and clutching his arm, almost folding herself into the familiar warmth and sense of company.

"It's Jason," she says, figuring that there's no sense in dodging the issue, especially since it'd be easy enough for Derek to find out the problem one way or another. Every single employee at Semele's is aware, has known that their boss has been on edge for days. They're only polite enough not to try to do anything about it, Sookie thinks, until if and when she decides to bring it up.

"Jason's gone. He vanished from the city. And I know that I shouldn't be upset, 'cause he might just be headed off to a better place than here, but," she takes a shuddering breath, then exhales almost angrily. "Oh, what the hell am I talking about? Bon Temps is terrible. He's going back to that shithole and I don't know if he'll be safe, and I don't have my brother around anymore, and — I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

The second breath comes with a broken sob as Sookie presses her face against Derek's jacket.