Even if I know some of the story of Jack's time before Samwell, hearing him say it like that nearly makes my chest crack open. I reach up instinctively to cup his face, petting along the side of his jaw as he continues. There's still little bits of glitter clinging to his skin, glinting in the faint light. It feels impossible to imagine anything like that could've happened to him, impossible that I might not have ever met him at all.
And the idea that someone could've have gotten as close as I have with him, closer, and not even gone to see him...
Jack's hand is warm on my cheek and he looks so scared for a moment, his teeth making a little indent on his bottom lip and I shake my head quick as anything. "Oh, honey, no. I mean-- if anything, it makes me feel better about hating someone I barely know, but it certainly doesn't change anything about how I feel for you."
Letting out a breath, I lean in then, just close enough to brush my lips against his, my hand sliding down to rest over the tender part of his neck. "I wish I'd known you then," I tell him, my nose bumping his. "I'd have come visit you."
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And the idea that someone could've have gotten as close as I have with him, closer, and not even gone to see him...
Jack's hand is warm on my cheek and he looks so scared for a moment, his teeth making a little indent on his bottom lip and I shake my head quick as anything. "Oh, honey, no. I mean-- if anything, it makes me feel better about hating someone I barely know, but it certainly doesn't change anything about how I feel for you."
Letting out a breath, I lean in then, just close enough to brush my lips against his, my hand sliding down to rest over the tender part of his neck. "I wish I'd known you then," I tell him, my nose bumping his. "I'd have come visit you."