[No, they're not going to play the third game. No fucking way.
For now Jack just holds Isaac, ready to hold him as long as he needs him to, understanding more about him than he ever did and ever possibly could without it.
They're both so broken.
So broken and it hurts so much and they try to pretend it's not a big deal, it doesn't hurt as much as it does, but it's always there. Sometimes it's less noticeable only because they've gotten used to it, but it always hurts.
Always.
Jack understands. He understands too well. He holds Isaac so tightly, one hand to the back of his head in an echoed reversal of the day before.]
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For now Jack just holds Isaac, ready to hold him as long as he needs him to, understanding more about him than he ever did and ever possibly could without it.
They're both so broken.
So broken and it hurts so much and they try to pretend it's not a big deal, it doesn't hurt as much as it does, but it's always there. Sometimes it's less noticeable only because they've gotten used to it, but it always hurts.
Always.
Jack understands. He understands too well. He holds Isaac so tightly, one hand to the back of his head in an echoed reversal of the day before.]