“Jo,” I say softly, grabbing her hand. She flinches and pulls it away from me, setting her hand on her lap. “It’s just me. Me and you. I can handle this shit better than any of these other jokers out here. I know pain. I’ve been through lots. I understand what it feels like to want to shell up and pretend it all away, to feel like no one wants to fight for you. Trust me, I do.”
