[ Isaac has learned quickly how to react to the sudden lashing out of Jack's hand, the feeling of his fingers fisted in his tie, pushing him into the cool glass now. He just lets go, becomes fluid and lets his hand shove his weight against the glass, cool against the nape of his neck.
He breathes out, and it becomes a laugh. They are close enough that Isaac can feel the words on Jack's teeth and tongue, so close. So close. ]
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He breathes out, and it becomes a laugh. They are close enough that Isaac can feel the words on Jack's teeth and tongue, so close. So close. ]
Give me the time and place...
[ Isaac leans in that much more, as if baited. ]
I'll be there.