[ Isaac doesn't quite look up either, watches as Jack gently passes the cloth along his cuts. The urge to panic is still there, finger on a small switch inside of him, but he bites the inside of his cheek. No. He has ways of dealing with this.
Normally.
They're never particularly good enough it seems and he winces slightly as the cloth passes over the ragged bite between his first finger and thumb. It's okay... it's only Jack. It's just Jack. He can do this, he can drag him out of it.
He leans forward a bit, feeling Jack's forehead against his own. A soft bump. Thank you. ]
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Normally.
They're never particularly good enough it seems and he winces slightly as the cloth passes over the ragged bite between his first finger and thumb. It's okay... it's only Jack. It's just Jack. He can do this, he can drag him out of it.
He leans forward a bit, feeling Jack's forehead against his own. A soft bump. Thank you. ]