Jack couldn't think of a response to Zevran, at first. Talk was cheap, even more so before the outbreak, and to offer it as his only currency might be too meagre a payment for a man as pragmatic as Zevran. All he could do was promise, and hold tight, and hope.
All these comforts, house and food and health, but still come things were no different from how they had been in Abel.
The words that followed caught him off-guard, and he caught his breath slowly, looking down at Zev in near-disbelief. But then he grinned, huffing a soft laugh and nuzzling into his hair, a gesture as full of liveliness and affection as his stillness had been full of acceptance. They were words that were more than their sum, coming from Zevran, who had so much reason to mistrust and question.
"Won't let you regret it," he rushed, breathless and grinning, kissing the smoothness of his hair.
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All these comforts, house and food and health, but still come things were no different from how they had been in Abel.
The words that followed caught him off-guard, and he caught his breath slowly, looking down at Zev in near-disbelief. But then he grinned, huffing a soft laugh and nuzzling into his hair, a gesture as full of liveliness and affection as his stillness had been full of acceptance. They were words that were more than their sum, coming from Zevran, who had so much reason to mistrust and question.
"Won't let you regret it," he rushed, breathless and grinning, kissing the smoothness of his hair.