[jack takes his step back, but, ah, oswald's moving now and stepping forward to gently slide his hand over jack's face, squinting, looking jack in the eye and slowly unwrapping him soul and all like a birthday present— this man who had the audacity to call him cute of all things, this man who makes his skin crawl (this man to whom he is inseparable and to he that jack cannot be separated)...
how. dumb. what are feelings, how does one coherently deal with them? (spoilers: by not dealing with them at all!) and so, finally:] ...or you could have been ignoring what you need to do to stay healthy.
[DID HE HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD OR DID HE HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD? it's not like he hasn't been doing the same thing though.]
Were you expecting me to look different?
[he's not as sick as jack, but he's. there. no half-assed hug on his part is going to help him with that, unfortunately.]
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how. dumb. what are feelings, how does one coherently deal with them? (spoilers: by not dealing with them at all!) and so, finally:] ...or you could have been ignoring what you need to do to stay healthy.
[DID HE HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD OR DID HE HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD? it's not like he hasn't been doing the same thing though.]
Were you expecting me to look different?
[he's not as sick as jack, but he's. there. no half-assed hug on his part is going to help him with that, unfortunately.]