[He's not certain why he thinks this will help his memory. Doesn't know what compels him to lean in and pull Jack closer still. Bare, calloused palms slide along worn cotton and warm skin, tracing a path that is familiar and utterly foreign. He stops thinking about it and just...lets them go where they want. One slides around and back, settling in a possessive grip along the small of Jack's back. The other cards up along his cheek and into his hair and oh- that's a precursor to a kiss. One he doesn't take, not just yet.
But one he leans into enough that their foreheads are resting together. He knows this. Finds himself having missed it despite never remembering it.]
I would hold you like this, yes? While we waited for something. [Something in this room, even. He can't place it and that frustrates him slightly, enough to tilt his head and let his eyes flick over the counters.] The...coffee maker? To brew.
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But one he leans into enough that their foreheads are resting together. He knows this. Finds himself having missed it despite never remembering it.]
I would hold you like this, yes? While we waited for something. [Something in this room, even. He can't place it and that frustrates him slightly, enough to tilt his head and let his eyes flick over the counters.] The...coffee maker? To brew.