Comfort

JC's freaking out about the bar tomorrow. It's so obvious to me that he will pass it with ease. I know it's an incredibly, incredibly difficult exam. But I also have faith in how naturally intelligent he is, and how hard he has worked towards this.

I hold his hand and tell him not to worry. I try and calm him telepathically. I try and convince him through the look in my eyes.

But I know he won't believe me until after the event. Possibly not even until the results come out in November. I wish, somehow, I could make the stress go away.