She's let go of his hand, that arm thrown over her face so that her brow and the bridge of her nose are pressed into the crook of her elbow, her fingers curled tight into a fist. Every word seems drawn out of the pit of her stomach, except it's only his name, repeated over and over until it's just one long string of the same two syllables, growing slowly in volume.

jasonjasonjasonjasonjasonjasonja--

Swann is never loud, exactly, almost like maybe she doesn't even know how to be, but she's not soft either, abruptly cutting herself off with a cry that ends because she doesn't have enough air in her lungs for it to continue. Her knees lock hard and it travels up from there, an intense quivering that works up through her hips and seems to concentrate in her belly, making her shoulders arch up from the seat. There's an immediate sort of pleasant soreness in muscles she's forgotten she even has, and when she suddenly isn't so stiff, she gasps in air and pants it back out with groans that come from somewhere low inside her.

Her hands move to the back of her neck, arms forming triangles at her sides, and she opens her eyes again as her body slowly works its way back to normalcy, the waves calming down like when the tide goes out and the crests become lower and lower. She goes slack, still catching her breath, and her eyelids are low, suddenly too worn out to keep them fully raised.

There's a soft noise that's almost as if she tried to call his name again and then just stopped and sighed.