[For Jack the words are new, unspoken, unheard. He hasn't even latched on to them yet, as words that describe what he's feeling. He can almost name all of the little emotions, the trust, the comfort, the need, the want, but what it is they all combine to make is a word that's itching at his brain, begging to be said and felt, but he doesn't quite have his finger on it, not yet.
Don't think about it.
Just don't.
Think about it.
He exhales, his forehead and nose touching Isaac's, his eyes closed, breath and skin and space shared, and he wants to say something but he doesn't know what it is.]
I love you.
[.....oh.
That was it.
And suddenly it's like all the pieces are falling into place and everything makes sense and for a moment it's overwhelming him but then a cold dart of doubt invades and he opens his eyes, looking at Isaac (so close), unsure.
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Don't think about it.
Just don't.
Think about it.
He exhales, his forehead and nose touching Isaac's, his eyes closed, breath and skin and space shared, and he wants to say something but he doesn't know what it is.]
I love you.
[.....oh.
That was it.
And suddenly it's like all the pieces are falling into place and everything makes sense and for a moment it's overwhelming him but then a cold dart of doubt invades and he opens his eyes, looking at Isaac (so close), unsure.
That... wasn't the wrong thing to say, was it?]