[You play the hand that's dealt to you, and Jack and Isaac were dealt really shitty hands.
Jack squeezes his eyes shut at the sound of Isaac's voice, that hollow laughter.]
We'll be fine, though.
[He says it, though his voice cracks a little. He says it but he has to convince himself it's true. They'll be fine. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually. They'll be fine.
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[You play the hand that's dealt to you, and Jack and Isaac were dealt really shitty hands.
Jack squeezes his eyes shut at the sound of Isaac's voice, that hollow laughter.]
We'll be fine, though.
[He says it, though his voice cracks a little. He says it but he has to convince himself it's true. They'll be fine. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually. They'll be fine.
Right?
They have to be.]