[ The echo's nothing on him. It's the mention of the tables and the doctors- scientists -that gets a visible shiver out of Zack despite himself. No matter how long it's been, he can't quite get away from that minute crawl that sneaks in under his skin if he thinks about it long enough, but then four years under the knife would do that to anyone, wouldn't it.
But he's not lost to the way Jim struggles to talk about it. And no matter how ice cold it feels to hear Jim admit to what he saw, something he never would have wanted Jim to know let alone see, Zack automatically finds a hand on Jim's shoulder. The touch is light again- almost too careful. But it's there. ]
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But he's not lost to the way Jim struggles to talk about it. And no matter how ice cold it feels to hear Jim admit to what he saw, something he never would have wanted Jim to know let alone see, Zack automatically finds a hand on Jim's shoulder. The touch is light again- almost too careful. But it's there. ]
Jim... That was a dream. It's not your fault.