Snacks are easy. He always keeps a certain amount of them on hand. His jacket provides a small tupperware with cookies as fresh as the day he made them. He'll hand that to Jedao. Then he'll kiss her hair as he slips away to stand. The violin comes to him just as easily.
And he will play a song of her, of the Justine he knows. Something beautiful and a little off course, something delicately rich and dizzyingly complex, filled with contradictions. Joyful minor keys and sorroful majors, sweeping in a dance.
A gift, for her. To hear herself in a way that she never would be able to otherwise.
He opens the box and shares the cookies. It's much harder to cry when you have a snack to eat. Jedao remembers that from another life, when he had a small child who needed to be comforted from scrapes and scares. He sits back and encourages Justine to cuddle against him so that they can both listen.
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He was so annoyed about it, until he could finally enjoy them for himself.
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Music. And snacks. They're such small things, but she wants to know them. Experience them all for the first time.
She brushes the rest of her tears away. "Alright," she says in a shaky voice. Shaky but brave. "I'd like music. And - snacks."
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And he will play a song of her, of the Justine he knows. Something beautiful and a little off course, something delicately rich and dizzyingly complex, filled with contradictions. Joyful minor keys and sorroful majors, sweeping in a dance.
A gift, for her. To hear herself in a way that she never would be able to otherwise.
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