Jack felt her breath catch and her head spin at the short statement. She was trying to grasp what Vito was saying. He could not... could not shift back. He had not pushed her away and she had heard Vito lie, she knew what it sounded like when he lied and he was not lying. She felt her hand twitch and tighten around him and she blinked a few times, staring down at the pillow.
"Don't say that," she whispered, forcing her words to sound strong, forcing her expression to remain the same, to remain calm but she felt a chill roll down her spine and her other hand found his same wrist, her eyes shining. "Don't say that," she repeated, almost pleading. One of her hands slipped down, wrapping around his hand, enveloping it. Holding the hand of her friend. A friend who needed her... more than he had ever needed her before.
She swallowed and shook her hair out of her face, glancing across the window and staring, as though trying to forget what was happening, as though keeping herself from drowning in it. She shook her head, unable to calm down and looked down and blinked a few times, chewing on her lip. She did not want to even begin to imagine... to imagine a world where she did not have the constant looming thought of Vito Dee Symons.
She was not sure what to do so she tightened her grip on him, pulling herself closer and leaning down to whisper to Vito, "Vito. I'm here. Just... concentrate okay? I need you to shift, okay?" She felt her breath catch in her throat when she realized it really was true. She needed to see him. To know she would not suddenly find herself reaching for air. She tightened her hold on his wrist and hand, whispering, "Please."