[He should have known he would not have been able to keep his fears to himself. Damn his wandering hands and his obvious mind. He wanted to hold himself still, keep his composure but Jack reaches out to touch, to hold, to sooth his mind and ease his fears. Between his kind hands and easy manner and Eugene's steady presence, the bath warm and waiting. Home. In more ways than one.
He lets the past slide off his back in favor of the present, stepping into the bath. The heat is a welcome alternative to the chill and the water soothes him greatly.]
Your mop is quite lovely, Moca. As is Jack's own scruff.
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He lets the past slide off his back in favor of the present, stepping into the bath. The heat is a welcome alternative to the chill and the water soothes him greatly.]
Your mop is quite lovely, Moca. As is Jack's own scruff.