[ Letting go doesn't cross his mind. He pulls Jack a bit closer, fingers rubbing gentle circles at the base of his neck while he lets Jack cling and hold as much as he wants. The hand on his wrist moves up, rests over Jack's heart, hears the anxious beating of Jack's heart. It's the thrum of memories and of seeing them flicker in your head over and over, a movie that doesn't stop, burned into your brain.
The tears that wet his should fray his heart a bit and he continues. ]
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The tears that wet his should fray his heart a bit and he continues. ]
I've got you, okay? You need anything...?