how long will it be cute, all this crying in my room

Crying didn't come that easily to Jay. It wasn't because she wasn't sensitive, nor empathetic- she just was too much of an optimist to usually shed tears. Most of the time, it was hard to stay upset for long, given how good life was here, in Avalon and with her family. Life was simply good- or at least it had been. And it would be again, she was sure of it. For the first time since their mom died though she felt her eyes burn with tears, mirroring Finch's own.

"I know," she said after a pause. The pain was hard to put into words, even if she knew the day would eventually come, and sooner rather than later. That knowledge didn't do much to prepare her for how it'd actually feel without their mom. Nothing could've prepared any of them. She wouldn't try to convince her sister to feel any other way than how she did. Telling her that everything would be okay, or any other positive notions she could drum up, seemed pointless right now when she felt like this too

Jay wasn't sure how they'd go on, either. Not when it felt like this.

Moving slowly toward her sister, she found that the tears she'd been holding back began to fall. Slowly at first, and then all at once, once the dam broke. Before long she realized she was sobbing, moving to tuck her head under Finch's neck, even though Jay was the taller of the two. "It's not fair," she agreed quietly, between a few strangled sobs. "None of it is."