You watched Jefferson pace back and forth behind the sheriff's bars. He'd done one of thee worst things yet, and this time it was something you put past him awhile ago.
"What are you thinking?" You ask, crossing your legs. "How I should've killed Snow and her Daughter when I had the chance."
You rolled your eyes. "You're being a bit dramatic."
"I am not." He grunted, pulling at his hair. "Oh okay." You mimicked his tone, and he stopped pacing.
"You think this is funny? Watching me drive myself mad? It's not." You scoffed. "It's not funny, it's sad. You're also being a bit defiant."
"I am not." You rolled your eyes again. "You know what, you can stay the night for that. I'll be back in the morning."
"Y/N, wait." You could hear the strain in his voice. "I'm sorry. I just don't know how to live without magic like this. Grace belonging to someone other than me. It's hard.."
"You think I don't know that? You think I don't know how hard it is to watch my sister be best friends with my mother, and them despise me? Jefferson, I'm here for you. You and no one else."
One soft hand rested on your cheek, and you leaned into his touch a bit.
"Thank you. For keeping me sane."
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