[ Jim's hand drops down along Zell's neck to rest on his shoulder. Silent. Studying Zell again before he breaks away. Not for long: just to retrieve a somewhat-pitiful bar of soap and a wash cloth, both of which he hands to Zell. ]
Help me?
[ Not a direct answer, but Jim thinks Zell will know what he means. Zell can touch. He can look. And then Jim will get his own turn. ]
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Help me?
[ Not a direct answer, but Jim thinks Zell will know what he means. Zell can touch. He can look. And then Jim will get his own turn. ]