[Meanwhile Jack is fighting off the insecurity, the familiar existential crisis that's the price of using his voice. He tries to ignore thoughts of genetically engineered monsters, created for a single purpose.
What is he other than a monster?
But he's got Isaac's hands in his, and he can be gentle with them. Isaac's pressing his forehead to his, and he wouldn't do that to a monster, right?
He's not a monster. He's Jack.
It's hard to remember that sometimes, especially with his throat in more pain than he expected, the memory of the sound he made still making him frown a little.
But Isaac's here. And Isaac... doesn't think he's a monster.
A smile flickers on Jack's face as Isaac's forehead touches his, and he glances at him, hesitates, then kisses him softly on the lips. It's brief, and when he pulls away he nods just slightly. You're welcome.
Now excuse him for a moment as he stands and roots around in one of the cabinets for the first aid kit.]
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What is he other than a monster?
But he's got Isaac's hands in his, and he can be gentle with them. Isaac's pressing his forehead to his, and he wouldn't do that to a monster, right?
He's not a monster. He's Jack.
It's hard to remember that sometimes, especially with his throat in more pain than he expected, the memory of the sound he made still making him frown a little.
But Isaac's here. And Isaac... doesn't think he's a monster.
A smile flickers on Jack's face as Isaac's forehead touches his, and he glances at him, hesitates, then kisses him softly on the lips. It's brief, and when he pulls away he nods just slightly. You're welcome.
Now excuse him for a moment as he stands and roots around in one of the cabinets for the first aid kit.]