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Or, more to the point, a post for sad threads because I have so horribly many of them.

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"Her heart just stopped," he said quietly. "In her sleep. She didn't suffer." Saying it hurt. It hurt, in a way he had never experienced before. His entire body hurt-- his blood in his veins and his muscles under his skin and his bones at his core. His throat closed up and he struggled to swallow. He was afraid to move. He wanted to ask Dirk to stay, to never go, to live there, because he knew he couldn't live in the house alone, even with Bec, but he knew Dirk had obligations, they lived far from his work and he was independent and he wouldn't be tied down. He was afraid to ask because he was afraid that those reasons would prevent Dirk from being able to say yes. He would want to, but wanting and needing were two very, very different things, and Dirk was smart and level-headed and maybe he'd stay for a while to let Jake adjust but he wouldn't stay forever.

Jade hadn't stayed forever.

All at once he sucked in a sharp breath and it forced itself right back out as a sob, and the backs of his hands were damp balled into fists around the legs of his flannel pajama pants. For the first time in his life, he was terrified and nervous and upset but he didn't feel sick, he just hurt. And he'd never wished for his stomach's betrayal before, but he supposed there was a first time for everything.

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He guessed that he'd never really cried like this before. Because he really didn't quite seem to notice the way he shook. He didn't actually make much sound beyond hitching, but he went boneless in Dirk's grip and cried for everything he was worth. It took him a long time to be able to inhale and not immediately shudder a sob to where he could actually talk.

"I don't-- I don't even know what to do," he admitted. "I wasn't prepared for-- for this, I can't, Dirk-- I can't--"

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He gave in and hushed, just hitching again for a long while and shifting around in Dirk's grip. He hurt, and he had never hurt like this or been sad like this or felt so numb or empty in his life, and it was all disorienting and counteracting and everything was wrong, but Dirk was right. So he clung to the only thing that was still right in his world, and slowly wound down to where he was mostly still. He couldn't breathe through his nose so he turned his head to the side and rested against Dirk's shoulder, breathing through his mouth and trying to arrange his limbs and his mind and his emotions and mostly failing.

"Everything hurts," he admitted softly.

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"Don't apologize," he offered after a moment. "I-- if you weren't here..." He really would be lost. He hugged the blonde's shoulders. Dirk had been fond of Jade, too. Jake knew that. They were friends, she'd nearly adopted him. He pressed his face into Dirk's shoulder. "...I'm sorry, I should have had you come out with us yesterday." Dirk didn't even really get to say goodbye.

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It wouldn't have been dismissive, it would have been the truth. Jake knew how busy Dirk commonly kept himself-- otherwise his lack of sleep would catch up with him and he'd fall flat on his face. They both knew that. He sat away enough to rub at his face, and Bec wandered back into the room. The beastly dog immediately came to them and laid his head across their legs, looking up at them sadly.

"Can I ask for you to stay for a few days," he wondered, taking a moment to look at his knees before he looked up at Dirk.

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"Sure," Jake intoned dully. "Keys are on the peg downstairs like always." And now they had two cars anyway. He sighed a touch, smoothing an eyebrow absently in thought. He was going to have to make a lot of phone calls.