[Jessie really doesn't know how to process it herself. This doesn't fall into her usual remit of grief and anxiety. This is something new and she's not sure how she's supposed to deal with it. She felt awful when she learned Will had died- but that was after the fact when he came back again to tell the tale. It made a detachment to the whole thing that she couldn't have with Mami. She was gone and that was that.
She searches for some words- to try and say how she's feeling- or to try and offer some comfort to him. After all, Mami means the gosh-darn world to him, too. Possibly more. But she struggles to find anything. Nothing seems like it would do the situation any justice. How do you even bring into words about seeing a dead kid? It's a horror situation for any toy. They exist to make kids happy- what do you do when one is dead? Just... gone? And sure, Mami might be old enough to not strictly qualify any more, but it didn't make her loss any less great.
And so, Jessie says nothing, she welcomes the hug greatly, taking no small measure of strength from it. She sags a little, partially to compensate for the height difference, but mostly because she's so goddamned tired. This place just needs to stop. For one, single day. She buries her face in the space between his head and his spacesuit and lets out a shuddery breath.
God, she is so fucking done. She'll pick herself up from this and dust herself off, she knows, she always does. Jessie never gives up, and all that. But just for a few scant moments, she wants to just not pick herself up. She trusts Buzz enough to feel she can at least do that around him. If only for a little while. ]
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She searches for some words- to try and say how she's feeling- or to try and offer some comfort to him. After all, Mami means the gosh-darn world to him, too. Possibly more. But she struggles to find anything. Nothing seems like it would do the situation any justice. How do you even bring into words about seeing a dead kid? It's a horror situation for any toy. They exist to make kids happy- what do you do when one is dead? Just... gone? And sure, Mami might be old enough to not strictly qualify any more, but it didn't make her loss any less great.
And so, Jessie says nothing, she welcomes the hug greatly, taking no small measure of strength from it. She sags a little, partially to compensate for the height difference, but mostly because she's so goddamned tired. This place just needs to stop. For one, single day. She buries her face in the space between his head and his spacesuit and lets out a shuddery breath.
God, she is so fucking done. She'll pick herself up from this and dust herself off, she knows, she always does. Jessie never gives up, and all that. But just for a few scant moments, she wants to just not pick herself up. She trusts Buzz enough to feel she can at least do that around him. If only for a little while. ]