[ James couldn't give any less of a fuck if Jim had brought it upon himself. They'd marked him, like he was cattle or property, like he was some slave. It touched too closely to home, even, though he'd never talked about that aspect of his reality with Jim, but seeing it now made his stomach twist unpleasantly.
Yet Jim's plea reached him. The touch on his cheek making him look up, rage bleeding out of his eyes as they found Jim's. ]
I am... here.
[ Months. Right. Jim hadn't seen him in months, probably thought he'd never see him again. James couldn't even begin to imagine how it'd feel to him, if it had happened the other way around. ]
I'm here. Not going anywhere.
[ He reached for Jim's hand on his cheek, tilting his head so he could kiss his palm, then up to his fingertips. ]
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Yet Jim's plea reached him. The touch on his cheek making him look up, rage bleeding out of his eyes as they found Jim's. ]
I am... here.
[ Months. Right. Jim hadn't seen him in months, probably thought he'd never see him again. James couldn't even begin to imagine how it'd feel to him, if it had happened the other way around. ]
I'm here. Not going anywhere.
[ He reached for Jim's hand on his cheek, tilting his head so he could kiss his palm, then up to his fingertips. ]