[ Look at him, sweet and trusting -- Jack wasn't quite like this the first time they'd met, and there's nothing more delectable than trust won and broken again, crushed under his heel just because he can. He remembers when Jack's smile was like a knife, cutting and cynical, and look at this, how soft he's become just for him. ]
No. [ He stops in his tracks, drawing closer, fingers coming up to brush his jaw lightly. ] What if I want to, Jack? What if I want to revisit this? I think I'm tired of pretending.
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No. [ He stops in his tracks, drawing closer, fingers coming up to brush his jaw lightly. ] What if I want to, Jack? What if I want to revisit this? I think I'm tired of pretending.