08-14-2020, 02:16 AM
Jensen allowed Jay and Natalie their space. For someone whose livelihood depended on the delivery of monologues, he was awkwardly speechless now. What could he possibly say to offer comfort? He was unworthy of the task, but neither would he abandon the grieving to self-imposed isolation. When the chance came, he laid a hand on dipping shoulders or delivered a bottle of water to an empty tray.
He slept okay on the plane rides other than the bad dreams that followed him through each nap. Once, he woke with a startling cry, and he was so afraid he disturbed the others, that he barely breathed for ten minutes afterward until he was sure the only sound that followed was the hum of jet engines.
He tried to ask about the mysterious benefactor that plucked them from the jungle, but he was only deferred to public information on the internet about Scion Marveet.
By the time he returned to Moscow, he was ready to disembark and stay for good this time.
He slept okay on the plane rides other than the bad dreams that followed him through each nap. Once, he woke with a startling cry, and he was so afraid he disturbed the others, that he barely breathed for ten minutes afterward until he was sure the only sound that followed was the hum of jet engines.
He tried to ask about the mysterious benefactor that plucked them from the jungle, but he was only deferred to public information on the internet about Scion Marveet.
By the time he returned to Moscow, he was ready to disembark and stay for good this time.