[ His hand shifts, moves up to just cradle the back of Jack's head. Keep him steady, that's what he'll do. It's his warmth pressing through him and his grip unwavering. It's okay, he bleeds into it, everything's okay. You're here, you're not there, no one will make you do a thing here. Everything's your own choice.
Quietly, very quietly, lips against his ear, he tries. ]
You're a man, Jack.
[ He breathes out. ]
You are a man.
[ It's a hand on his wrist, fingers closing over one of the tattoos on his wrist, covering the chains. ]
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Quietly, very quietly, lips against his ear, he tries. ]
You're a man, Jack.
[ He breathes out. ]
You are a man.
[ It's a hand on his wrist, fingers closing over one of the tattoos on his wrist, covering the chains. ]