[You're the best person I've ever known. Everything in his body tightens and it suddenly hurts to even try swallowing, like this uneasiness has suddenly found its way towards living in his insides. But above it all is a warmth that's wanted and welcome, and perhaps the subsiding pain eases some simply by knowing that someone really thinks that way towards him. That Jack thinks it.
He falls quiet for some time after Jack speaks, lowering his eyes to simply look at their now joined hands as he wanders through his thoughts in the silence. Fingers shift slowly to intertwine properly through Jack's, brushing over knuckles before they tighten their hold, for fear of losing that hold.
The ache from his dreams still lingers, but this is far better than anything else. It's better than being alone.]
Would you ... would you lay here with me? Just, just for a little while.
[His voice is softer and smaller than it's ever been in his months here. Showing off this vulnerability, he hates it, hates falling back to the meek, struggling child of his youth. But it's always present even if hidden, obvious in the way that he chose to run here instead of embracing his new responsibilities back home. Jack lets him have that even though he shouldn't, but perhaps that's alright simply for now.
He makes his selfish request even if he immediately regrets it afterwards, but he says little else to take it back.]
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He falls quiet for some time after Jack speaks, lowering his eyes to simply look at their now joined hands as he wanders through his thoughts in the silence. Fingers shift slowly to intertwine properly through Jack's, brushing over knuckles before they tighten their hold, for fear of losing that hold.
The ache from his dreams still lingers, but this is far better than anything else. It's better than being alone.]
Would you ... would you lay here with me? Just, just for a little while.
[His voice is softer and smaller than it's ever been in his months here. Showing off this vulnerability, he hates it, hates falling back to the meek, struggling child of his youth. But it's always present even if hidden, obvious in the way that he chose to run here instead of embracing his new responsibilities back home. Jack lets him have that even though he shouldn't, but perhaps that's alright simply for now.
He makes his selfish request even if he immediately regrets it afterwards, but he says little else to take it back.]