[Jack doesn't entirely believe the other's as fine as he's making himself out to be, but it's difficult to put his finger on what, exactly, might be wrong after literally everything that could go wrong has gone wrong. A near-death accident. Serious injuries. Murky memories. Not even really remembering who they are to each other.
Who can blame a guy for seeming a little off?]
Just lean on me, okay?
[His mental recall may be dodgy at the moment, but confidence at being a steady shoulder to lean on swims up out of nowhere. If Nyx should stumble, despite his own injuries Jack won't let him fall; he's sure of that. Like he's made that promise to himself before.
At Nyx's afterthought, an amused huff of breath escapes the shorter of the two.]
I get the feeling I don't like the cold, either. We have that in common. Must be a family thing?
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Who can blame a guy for seeming a little off?]
Just lean on me, okay?
[His mental recall may be dodgy at the moment, but confidence at being a steady shoulder to lean on swims up out of nowhere. If Nyx should stumble, despite his own injuries Jack won't let him fall; he's sure of that. Like he's made that promise to himself before.
At Nyx's afterthought, an amused huff of breath escapes the shorter of the two.]
I get the feeling I don't like the cold, either. We have that in common. Must be a family thing?