It seemed to genuinely surprise Francesca every time Jonas showed her that he didn’t want to throw their relationship away, and it had caught her off guard to be told so plainly she had nothing to worry about.
She looked down at the cannula in her arm again, frustrated by the fact she was essentially tethered by it because she wanted to hug Jonas and she couldn’t do that
“I’m sorry…”
Those were the only words she could find. It wasn’t really what she wanted to say - she just wanted to hold him, and to be held by him, and to feel sure that they were secure and that nothing was going to change things between them.
She wanted to thank him for coming to her when she needed him, and for bringing her to get help here, even though she would never have agreed to it if she was more lucid.
“Yo
