Zev was heavier than he looked, but still lighter than Jack thought he remembered him being, the last time he'd been in a position to be lying on him in a not-entirely-dissimilar way. Jack frowned at that, finger-combing his hair away from his face and, on an impulse, lifting a section from that spot halfway up his temple. It seemed like as good a thing to do as any, with his own mind running a steady, distracting background current of dark thoughts and Zevran just beginning to mutter against his shirt in that pretty, half-incomprehensible language he spoke.
He'd picked the chunk into three sections and begun to braid when Zev apparently started again. Jack paused, looking down at him, still caught in that quiet that he knew wasn't like him. But this was something he couldn't prattle over, even if he'd wanted to. Not what had happened to Zev at the end, and not what he had apparently gone through before that.
Something small and sharp twisted in Jack, and bloomed rapidly like a weaponised fern, all irrational sharp edges and venom. At least after his own run-in with those things, he'd come home in one piece. But Zevran had died anyway, within days of the thing. It was beyond senseless, beyond cruel, and he let go of Zev's hair to just wrap his arms around him and hold on tightly.
"God, I hate those guys" he muttered, tenor dropped about as low as it went and all the proper edges of his accent sharpened to dangerous points. "I mean, I already did, but this takes it into that inappropriate fixation kind of territory. The sort where you have daydreams about them catching fire."
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He'd picked the chunk into three sections and begun to braid when Zev apparently started again. Jack paused, looking down at him, still caught in that quiet that he knew wasn't like him. But this was something he couldn't prattle over, even if he'd wanted to. Not what had happened to Zev at the end, and not what he had apparently gone through before that.
Something small and sharp twisted in Jack, and bloomed rapidly like a weaponised fern, all irrational sharp edges and venom. At least after his own run-in with those things, he'd come home in one piece. But Zevran had died anyway, within days of the thing. It was beyond senseless, beyond cruel, and he let go of Zev's hair to just wrap his arms around him and hold on tightly.
"God, I hate those guys" he muttered, tenor dropped about as low as it went and all the proper edges of his accent sharpened to dangerous points. "I mean, I already did, but this takes it into that inappropriate fixation kind of territory. The sort where you have daydreams about them catching fire."