Those are Jack's hands, more importantly, and he lets out a noise. It's strangled and quiet. One hand slips up, presses to Jack's knuckles very softly.
It's really... it feels real and warm under his touch. Warm is real. Warm is very real. Not the cold hands around his throat. Those aren't real. Those aren't here.
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Those are hands.
Those are Jack's hands, more importantly, and he lets out a noise. It's strangled and quiet. One hand slips up, presses to Jack's knuckles very softly.
It's really... it feels real and warm under his touch. Warm is real. Warm is very real. Not the cold hands around his throat. Those aren't real. Those aren't here.
He blinks slowly, heavily, and wets his lips. ]
Jack...