[ It's understandable, all of it, though Isaac can't imagine... to lose your voice and have it replaced by... by that. He sighs and keeps his hand gently threaded through his hair. I'm here, I'm here, and I know you hate it, but.. but it's going to be alright.
He can see that far-off look in him, the kind that doesn't address him directly and he draws his hand from Jack's head down his jaw, nudges it slightly. Look up. ]
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He can see that far-off look in him, the kind that doesn't address him directly and he draws his hand from Jack's head down his jaw, nudges it slightly. Look up. ]