[ It sinks into his bones, those words, I miss you and I need it. Wraps around him on the inside and squeezes the life out of him, some mix of pain and pleasure, the want to give but one foot firmly rooted in logic.

Flesh fingers ghost along Jack's jaw, giving him something if perhaps not exactly what he's asking for. He thumbs along Jack's lips, then slips his fingers into Jack's hair. ]

You haven't put a hand on me since the fort, now we're surrounded by goddamn corpses and you wanna pretend like this is normal? Like this is what we are?

[ It's not. They're not rooted in violence and darkness, even if they both err that way sometimes. That's not what he wants them to be, though.

That's not what Steve would want them to be. ]

I wanna give you what you want, but I want you to be okay more than that. I wanna talk about what happened.