[Contentedly, he curls close to his husband, pressing a kiss to his forehead before resting his chin on Jack's mop of white hair, pulling him in and draping an arm around his waist. He can't help but think about what might've happened if he hadn't fallen asleep, his chest aching for lost years.]
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[Contentedly, he curls close to his husband, pressing a kiss to his forehead before resting his chin on Jack's mop of white hair, pulling him in and draping an arm around his waist. He can't help but think about what might've happened if he hadn't fallen asleep, his chest aching for lost years.]
And I'm not going anywhere. I promise.