[She'll end up admonishing herself for it later, honestly, but for now? Now Jane is able to focus on the soft sounds and the steady rhythm of touch on her back, and she presses her face into Xander's shoulder and. Doesn't cry, no, but her breathing sounds thick and wet and she is just so scared.]
It can't - can't be h-him...n-not the real one...p-please, God, no...
no subject
It can't - can't be h-him...n-not the real one...p-please, God, no...