[The distance is unusual, now that he thinks on it. Even when they'd first met he'd been open and abundant with little gestures of casual affection- fingers on wrists, a hand in the small of his back, leaning against jack as they walked, tidbits of companionship before they'd ever bedded one another. It's an itch in the back of his mind scrabbling to be scratched. He'd been cold and alone and uncomfortable and miserable for over a week and here was someone that wants him. That seems to need him.
Never before has he felt that he needed to be needed quite so much.
It's the crackled undertone to Jack's voice that does it. Such a soft sound, fragile in it's own right. The effect it has on the entirety of Zev's emotional wall is much like a brick thrown through a spun glass figurine. All came crashing down and he slumps in the chaise.]
...it didn't go away. Not at first. And I did not...we spoke of sentiment. Of affection. Of how I do not do that.
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Never before has he felt that he needed to be needed quite so much.
It's the crackled undertone to Jack's voice that does it. Such a soft sound, fragile in it's own right. The effect it has on the entirety of Zev's emotional wall is much like a brick thrown through a spun glass figurine. All came crashing down and he slumps in the chaise.]
...it didn't go away. Not at first. And I did not...we spoke of sentiment. Of affection. Of how I do not do that.