Jodie had been looking up at him. A mix of horror, disbelief, and sympathy crossed her expression. She didn't know exactly why he was sharing it; a small part of her wanted to believe he'd done it to change the conversation, but another part thought he was simply playing the game. But...he was not nearly as drunk or high, and likely had no need to share something so awful.
She stared down at the table; it felt like it was taking hours to process the information. Even if it had been his own fault for gambling, he had been young, naive, unsure, and frankly, vulnerable. It started to play out in her mind, and she closed her eyes briefly, swallowing thickly. She had said before that he was a product of his environment.
And so his environment drove him to gamble like he did, and the situation made him take drastic measures. And then earlier in the game he had admitted to taking money for services also. He...had always been a lonely soul. No wonder he developed obsessions and awkward mannerisms. Awkwardness was definitely a natural personality trait, but his situations had only fuelled those antics. How many other heart breaking incidents had happened to him that he hid within himself?
A hunter and seducer, a predator, casting his ribcage in steel as not to let anyone access his most vital parts. She felt a kin to that notion, only unlike him, she could play a part. She could replace the shell and simply be someone else - he was stuck like this.and right now, he had openly bared himself for judgement, and possibly, for her sake.
Steadily, she brought her hand up, and carefully placed it in Simon's, her thumb comfortingly running over his knuckles. As she looked up at him, her eyes were dark and deep, a warmness to them. She didn't know what to say to him, what words could she even say at all? Did it matter?
In the end, she did not say anything, but her hand did squeeze his, and she did press her lips into a tight smile, blinking back any sign of tears.