
Rory growled, still low, and managed not to move more quickly or aggressively than she already was. Jude was right. He was normally right. He was smart like that.
"The cops — The cops can handle the case. That's not what I want to talk to her about. I want to talk about you guys and whether... Well, it doesn't entirely matter. I'm sure Broen will yell at me, you probably too.
"But dammit, Jude! I'm sick of sitting and waiting and being quiet because I'm afraid of the people I love getting pissed at me. I've tried it and I still fucked up. I can't only be a leader when it suits me."
She stopped pacing and took a seat near Jude, positioned so she was right near him. He looked like shit and there — There actually was something she could do.
She carefully kept her sleeve in place when she set an arm around him in a sort of hug that didn't threaten skin contact.
"Just know I'm here for you, okay? I'm here and nothing could pull me away."