(she pats the spot next to her on the bed again, as if to indicate it is okay to come closer. and if he chooses to sit down she'll wrap her arm around his shoulder. maybe this all they can do, weather this together. not be alone. the grief is something they'll have to ride out, but they don't have to do it alone.)

You don't. (it's the harsh truth, but she knows jason wouldn't want her to lie to him.)

Each death was like another weight around my neck -- it made me more and more determined to keep what I do have, to try to make sure no one ever takes away what matters to me again. I'm not who I was before all that. I never could be again. You have to find a way to put yourself back together, make peace with who you are now. Assuming that's even possible.