[ There are soft moans, the kind that Isaac has grown accustomed to. They've waned over time, but tonight, as he figured, they are particularly bad and his eyes open slowly. He breathes in sharply, looks at Jack and his parted lips and the way he lets out a noise that could shake a man to his bones, even if it isn't loud.
He turns a bit, keeping Jack in his one arm as he presses closer. ]
Jack...
[ He speaks softly... because maybe he can rouse him without completely startling him awake. ]
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He turns a bit, keeping Jack in his one arm as he presses closer. ]
Jack...
[ He speaks softly... because maybe he can rouse him without completely startling him awake. ]
Jack, it's not real...
[ Whatever it is--it isn't real right now. ]