"Yeah?" And she wants to believe that, so hard. She wipes at her eyes, which just don't stop tearing up, and now she'll never be able to think of crying without thinking of Xander, no, don't think that now, it'll make it worse. See, he's fine, he's not crying. You can do this. Jessica gulped and said, "So, so, that's a prosthetic. I didn't ever guess. Nobody could tell. I promise." Trying to find something else to say to help. "And it's good that you can still do this, this carpentry, hunh?" Oh, God, what if he'd had a job where that would've put him in disability forever? "And Bridge knows? And he doesn't care?" In which case, she wasn't gonna say one more thing about him being too young for Xander. Nope. She might even give the kid a hug, sometime.