.𖥔 ݁ ˖. jane ives - hopper .

' they do. ' the dimples in his cheeks deepen as something wildly valuable and profound is echoed back to him in a simple lesson after these long, painful weeks unfurled themselves like fists. ' sometimes, a good thing happens and we don't even realize it. ' he's found a lot of joy in watching the world slowly begin to open up for jane, and the gradual thawing of grief as her smiles become more easily inspired.

“ i like it when will draws what i ask him to, ” she says instead, voice steady. “ or when joyce brushes my hair. when jonathan lets me borrow his music. ” a beat. almost shy: “ and horses. ”