[ Jim winces at the noise before he really processes the words, tipping a little sideways away from Zack before his mind catches up with his body. He can't blame Zack for the yelling, or the wild mix of emotions. It changed you, no matter how long or how short a time you were dead.
Jim gradually relaxes, sitting up straight where he was by the time Zack's trying to touch him. He sees the hesitation, the same as he'd seen earlier, but he hadn't put together the pieces yet. This is another strange one, but Jim's puzzlement is momentarily forgotten at his next words.
Jim meets his eyes and takes a long, ragged breath - the kind he draws when he's trying not to cry. ] It didn't change anything. Either time.
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Jim gradually relaxes, sitting up straight where he was by the time Zack's trying to touch him. He sees the hesitation, the same as he'd seen earlier, but he hadn't put together the pieces yet. This is another strange one, but Jim's puzzlement is momentarily forgotten at his next words.
Jim meets his eyes and takes a long, ragged breath - the kind he draws when he's trying not to cry. ] It didn't change anything. Either time.