There's this sudden weight of emotion on Joyce's chest and, for a second,
she can't really breathe. She just sits there, her fingers curled tight
around Hopper's and, when she looks up, her dark eyes are brimming with
grateful tears.
"Thank you, Jim," she says, quietly. "Thank you for looking after my boy."
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Date: 2022-11-07 05:48 pm (UTC)There's this sudden weight of emotion on Joyce's chest and, for a second, she can't really breathe. She just sits there, her fingers curled tight around Hopper's and, when she looks up, her dark eyes are brimming with grateful tears.
"Thank you, Jim," she says, quietly. "Thank you for looking after my boy."