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209. Distance from own existence
"Yeah," Jemma agreed softly, feeling a bit lighter having shared her pain.
"Thanks for not prying too much."
"Of course," Jay said, dribbling the basketball absentmindedly. "Sometimes just being there helps. And hey, if you ever need someone to listen, I'm around."
"Thanks," Jemma said, a small smile forming on her lips. "I appreciate it."
They both fell silent for a moment, the sounds of the basketball hitting the court filling the air.
"You know," Jay finally said, breaking the quiet, "sometimes shooting hoops helps clear the head."
His openness and genuine empathy surprised her. Jemma began to see a different side of Jay. Behind the tough exterior she had initially perceived, she found a caring and thoughtful person.
They continued to talk for an hour, about everything and nothing, finding a strange sense of comfort in each other's presence. Jemma felt a sense of relief as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders after c
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