[Her voice is almost a plead. She steps closer to him even though he pulls away because she knows she needs to hold on to him now. She can't lose him, she can't let him get lost in what he remembers of his other self. If she does, he might be gone, too.
She takes a step forward almost immediately and lifts a hand to his shoulder. He may not want to look at her, but touching him almost always works.]
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[Her voice is almost a plead. She steps closer to him even though he pulls away because she knows she needs to hold on to him now. She can't lose him, she can't let him get lost in what he remembers of his other self. If she does, he might be gone, too.
She takes a step forward almost immediately and lifts a hand to his shoulder. He may not want to look at her, but touching him almost always works.]
Jackson, look at me.