[good, good, come when you are called, jack reaches up and around oswald's shoulders, brings him close with a hand at the nape of his neck and.
and, well, hugging him.
embracing him is a better word, because jack's hands shake and his fingers clutch at the vast expanse of oswald's back, at oswald, like a drowning man. he breathes out and laughs and nuzzles into oswald's ear earnestly.
and shockingly enough, he doesn't talk, because what can he say, really?]
das ryt never getting rid of me
and, well, hugging him.
embracing him is a better word, because jack's hands shake and his fingers clutch at the vast expanse of oswald's back, at oswald, like a drowning man. he breathes out and laughs and nuzzles into oswald's ear earnestly.
and shockingly enough, he doesn't talk, because what can he say, really?]