[ he's loathe to let go of the hug, but when he does, he just lets his hands slide down, grab at jack's fingers. the contact is something he wants. simple, warm. he traces the calluses on his palms and the scars against his knuckles and he smiles a little. ]
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[ he's loathe to let go of the hug, but when he does, he just lets his hands slide down, grab at jack's fingers. the contact is something he wants. simple, warm. he traces the calluses on his palms and the scars against his knuckles and he smiles a little. ]
Really bad, now.