[ Jim's hand trail down the side of Zell's face, past the earring, to rest on the place where Zell's neck joins his shoulder. Jim's thumb would brush Zell's collarbone if not for his clothes being in the way. ]
I'm here now.
[ That doesn't sit right, though. Jim bites the inside of his lip as he searches for words. ]
But there's something wrong with me. Zack thinks there is.
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it's okay
Date: 2016-11-28 07:26 am (UTC)[ Jim's hand trail down the side of Zell's face, past the earring, to rest on the place where Zell's neck joins his shoulder. Jim's thumb would brush Zell's collarbone if not for his clothes being in the way. ]
I'm here now.
[ That doesn't sit right, though. Jim bites the inside of his lip as he searches for words. ]
But there's something wrong with me. Zack thinks there is.