[ the sinking feeling in his chest is very much real, something that spreads from there and into his bones, into sinew and muscle and every part of him until he can no longer separate the quiet dread of jinx, of all people< not wanting him to find out what happens from everything else that is wrong with him.

and then he just heaves a breath, one that very nearly catches in his lungs, drags them out with it. ]

We could see eye to eye, couldn't we? You're a bright girl, Jinx. I may not agree with everything you've chosen to do... but you could do a lot of good, if you wanted to.