[ It's a heartbeat in between thoughts, and Isaac is having a hard time deciding whether or not he ought to hug him more or lift up his head. So he goes for the latter, and it's something rash that overcomes him. It's something that's been growing for a long time over his shoulder blades and working its way between his ribs.
We've come a long way, he thinks. From straitjackets that he recalls and medications and feeling lethargic while Jack talks at him with an all-too-cheery voice.
He leans up and it's a single, smooth motion, pressing dry lips to Jack's and pressing in slowly, like he means it, because he does. His eyes close tightly and for a moment everything in him seems to jump before settling once more. ]
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We've come a long way, he thinks. From straitjackets that he recalls and medications and feeling lethargic while Jack talks at him with an all-too-cheery voice.
He leans up and it's a single, smooth motion, pressing dry lips to Jack's and pressing in slowly, like he means it, because he does. His eyes close tightly and for a moment everything in him seems to jump before settling once more. ]