( For one irrational, fleeting moment Jack's instincts scream at him to lie. The thing is, he's never been a particularly good liar (a polite understatement; he's fucking terrible at it), but even if he were... something about lying to Kyle right now feels bad in the simplest sense. Maybe it's because Kyle is his only friend, maybe it's because of the guilt roiling in him. Maybe it's the hand on his shoulder, the thumb brushing his skin.
Whatever the case, he can't bring himself to do it.
All he can really manage to do for a long moment is hang onto the place where he's pressing cloth to wound, clasping Kyle's arm with both hands, and lower his eyes. )
...Yeah.
( The blacking out, the lashing out. Hurting somebody without realizing it or remembering it until later.
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Whatever the case, he can't bring himself to do it.
All he can really manage to do for a long moment is hang onto the place where he's pressing cloth to wound, clasping Kyle's arm with both hands, and lower his eyes. )
...Yeah.
( The blacking out, the lashing out. Hurting somebody without realizing it or remembering it until later.
All of the above. )