[It's like the silence before a shootout at O.K. Corral... if Jack knew what the O.K. Corral is, or what a western movie is, or if he's ever seen a shootout, or ever stood stock-still on a sidewalk and felt a shiver of anticipation with a stranger like this. He stares, the man stares, and it all gets... a little confusing after that point.
Another second goes by and then to his puzzlement he's being... hugged? Yeah, that's sure a hug. He's not quite as tall as Nyx and his face ends up getting to know Nyx's shoulder--
... Wait, getting to know, or does he know this?
Conflicted instincts collide into each other and fight for dominance: surprise at the act, at sharing space, at someone's arm around his shoulders boxing him in against a chest, and then surprise at his surprise because why wouldn't he be used to it? He has the sudden and visceral feeling that he's been here before, that he's waited a long time to get this tall--and get taller still, so Nyx can finally be the short one.
Caught off guard by hearing his name and--well, all of it, Jack lifts his free hand, unsure if he should put it against Nyx's back, and then lowers it. And then raises it again, leaving it hovering just shy of the mark. It's about an awkward a hug as two amnesiacs can have while each holding bulking containers of personal effects.
(If not for Nyx wedging it in place, he might have lost his grip on the box, then it would've been bye bye, Humpty Dumpty.)]
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Another second goes by and then to his puzzlement he's being... hugged? Yeah, that's sure a hug. He's not quite as tall as Nyx and his face ends up getting to know Nyx's shoulder--
... Wait, getting to know, or does he know this?
Conflicted instincts collide into each other and fight for dominance: surprise at the act, at sharing space, at someone's arm around his shoulders boxing him in against a chest, and then surprise at his surprise because why wouldn't he be used to it? He has the sudden and visceral feeling that he's been here before, that he's waited a long time to get this tall--and get taller still, so Nyx can finally be the short one.
Caught off guard by hearing his name and--well, all of it, Jack lifts his free hand, unsure if he should put it against Nyx's back, and then lowers it. And then raises it again, leaving it hovering just shy of the mark. It's about an awkward a hug as two amnesiacs can have while each holding bulking containers of personal effects.
(If not for Nyx wedging it in place, he might have lost his grip on the box, then it would've been bye bye, Humpty Dumpty.)]
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