[ Jim doesn't respond right away. His breathing's gone from the measured pace of the exercise to something ragged, like they've been working out together instead of sitting quietly on a bed. His emotions rise in his throat, and he struggles silently, but they don't win.
Good job.
Jim twists around and holds the tablet up to Zell's face, illuminating the familiar blue eyes so that Jim can stare at them. He still doesn't answer, but he does lower the tablet and tip forward to rest his forehead on Zell's. ]
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Re: <3
Date: 2017-02-08 05:01 am (UTC)Good job.
Jim twists around and holds the tablet up to Zell's face, illuminating the familiar blue eyes so that Jim can stare at them. He still doesn't answer, but he does lower the tablet and tip forward to rest his forehead on Zell's. ]
Thank you.