Jenny’s body, lying on the floor with Jack, Angie and Shen kneeling over her, looked almost surreal to his eyes.
He kept expecting her to get up. To open her eyes and laugh at them all for being suckers and then start yelling them back into order. In fact he had leant forwards at first, peering at her with his heightened eyes, trying to see the twitch of a repressed smile or the faint movement of breathing.
Midnighter’s hand on his hip had snapped him back before he leant so far forward that he sank to his knees. He looked to his lover and back down to Jenny. His best friend.
There were no words.