( He'd be way more insistent about it if it weren't for the hand that cups his cheek. He'd start shutting down, he'd start putting up that wall of his that he's had years to perfect, but something about this... the touch, the eye contact, the trust me... it's disarming in a way Jack isn't used to.
Rather, it's in a way that he was used to once, but it's been so long he can barely remember it.
He looks back at Kyle, sees him, but for just a moment he feels somebody else. The shape of another person. The dull ache of where they once were, the still-open wound that never healed, the want. I miss you so much; his eyes, suddenly shining over and a little wet, blink a few times in rapid succession, and he tugs them away from Kyle's face to settle them somewhere safer. Some distant nowhere-point on the far wall. )
No. ( He murmurs absently, shaking his head. ) No, there were- a few before him, but also he didn't actually... die. Somehow.
( That last bit added with blatant disdain; he wishes the guy would've. In this case, it isn't the throat-slitting part that he regrets, it's the fact that he had no control over doing it. )
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Rather, it's in a way that he was used to once, but it's been so long he can barely remember it.
He looks back at Kyle, sees him, but for just a moment he feels somebody else. The shape of another person. The dull ache of where they once were, the still-open wound that never healed, the want. I miss you so much; his eyes, suddenly shining over and a little wet, blink a few times in rapid succession, and he tugs them away from Kyle's face to settle them somewhere safer. Some distant nowhere-point on the far wall. )
No. ( He murmurs absently, shaking his head. ) No, there were- a few before him, but also he didn't actually... die. Somehow.
( That last bit added with blatant disdain; he wishes the guy would've. In this case, it isn't the throat-slitting part that he regrets, it's the fact that he had no control over doing it. )