[ He feels the weight of Jack's hands against his back, the reality that he is here and alive and well. A few more bruises than he remembers, but hell, he's... okay. Isaac's fingers find purchase in his sweater, cling more than he means to, but he doesn't want to let go, not yet at least.
So he stays like this for a few more beats, counts them in his chest and in his head before he finally lets go with a soft breath and pulls back, smoothing down his own shirt briefly. ]
Sorry, I know you probably want to rest, I just... [ He draws his lips in briefly. ] thought you might need some help?
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So he stays like this for a few more beats, counts them in his chest and in his head before he finally lets go with a soft breath and pulls back, smoothing down his own shirt briefly. ]
Sorry, I know you probably want to rest, I just... [ He draws his lips in briefly. ] thought you might need some help?