[he doesn't see what it is that slips out-- doesn't think it's a photo. thinks it's probably another invite to a bird party, maybe? or some weird thin explosive. jessie goes to pick it up and buzz is ready to do a yeet again if he needs to, but she goes still and...
boy, does he ever know that expression on her face. even as it shifts. for a brief, horrible moment he thinks it's something he's done that's brought up some bad memories for her. a trigger she didn't know she had but she's only just discovered. it makes him hesitate before he goes over to her, raising a hand to put on her shoulder but stopping himself and letting it fall back to his side.
unsure for a moment, buzz picks up the small box and moves it out her line of sight (maybe that was it?) and kicks the box cutter aside, finally peering around her shoulder at what it is and...
ah.
shit.]
Jessie? [he asks, trying to keep his tone level and gentle. shit!!]
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boy, does he ever know that expression on her face. even as it shifts. for a brief, horrible moment he thinks it's something he's done that's brought up some bad memories for her. a trigger she didn't know she had but she's only just discovered. it makes him hesitate before he goes over to her, raising a hand to put on her shoulder but stopping himself and letting it fall back to his side.
unsure for a moment, buzz picks up the small box and moves it out her line of sight (maybe that was it?) and kicks the box cutter aside, finally peering around her shoulder at what it is and...
ah.
shit.]
Jessie? [he asks, trying to keep his tone level and gentle. shit!!]