What-? No. Come on. Don't make that oh-god-I'm-awful face.
[Stubbornly, Jack bulls through the chill those words send through him, shaking his head and taking Zevran's hand himself to press a firm press into the familiar soft leather of his glove, looking up at him with that same game, encouraging little smile.]
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[Stubbornly, Jack bulls through the chill those words send through him, shaking his head and taking Zevran's hand himself to press a firm press into the familiar soft leather of his glove, looking up at him with that same game, encouraging little smile.]
You're in a bad state is all. It happens.