[ Isaac looks at it, the warmth spreading over the sheets, and thinks that it looks inviting enough.
Better than a drawer, part of him thinks, but he shakes his head, tugging Jack as he walks over and sits himself down on the edge of the bed. He doesn't want to let go of Jack, not for a second. ]
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Better than a drawer, part of him thinks, but he shakes his head, tugging Jack as he walks over and sits himself down on the edge of the bed. He doesn't want to let go of Jack, not for a second. ]