[ Jack's sudden intense anxiety is palpable, and for a second he can only look back at his wide-eyed expression with alarm and concern again. But he recovers quickly, parsing the level of intensity in his response along with what just happened, and getting the sense that this wasn't a one-off. ]
Hey. It's fine, we're both okay. I've had worse scratches.
[ He lets Jack fuss over his injured arm for the moment, using his free one to clasp the space between his shoulder and neck. His thumb settles in that hollow space above the collarbone, and without thinking too hard about it he gently strokes the ridge of bone, imagining it to be soothing. ]
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Hey. It's fine, we're both okay. I've had worse scratches.
[ He lets Jack fuss over his injured arm for the moment, using his free one to clasp the space between his shoulder and neck. His thumb settles in that hollow space above the collarbone, and without thinking too hard about it he gently strokes the ridge of bone, imagining it to be soothing. ]
This happened to you before.
[ Not just blacking out. ]