[Low and soft, a confession cut from him by the press of that hand.]
Something I came up with in the Fade when sleeping alone was too much to bear. When the days were long and the reek of blood was cloying. This couldn't- I didn't dare think this could be...
[It doesn't feel right, sliding that hand along Jack's cheek. He needs something more, though, more than the inside of his own glove. He tugs his hand back long enough to peel them both off before reaching out again. Tentative.]
no subject
[Low and soft, a confession cut from him by the press of that hand.]
Something I came up with in the Fade when sleeping alone was too much to bear. When the days were long and the reek of blood was cloying. This couldn't- I didn't dare think this could be...
[It doesn't feel right, sliding that hand along Jack's cheek. He needs something more, though, more than the inside of his own glove. He tugs his hand back long enough to peel them both off before reaching out again. Tentative.]
May I?