[ The uncertainty in his voice isn't anything new at this point. Doesn't make it hurt any less though. Doesn't make Zack wish any less that Jim had never witnessed a dream? Nightmare? Memory? He doesn't know what to call it exactly, even when he claims that's all it was- a dream. Like it was nothing more than that even though they both know that's not the truth.
Especially when Jim sounds like he wants to pull away. But for as much as he'd rather not have Jim recount things, for as much as he would want this dead and buried and never spoken of again- he needs to know what Jim knows. Because that's the only way he'll even begin to help him cope with this new information, whatever that information should be. And peel away fact from fiction.
So, he nudges out a solemn nod, eyes back on the cadet. His hand remains resting on Jim's shoulder, but it almost feels as if it's forgotten, grip limp. ]
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Especially when Jim sounds like he wants to pull away. But for as much as he'd rather not have Jim recount things, for as much as he would want this dead and buried and never spoken of again- he needs to know what Jim knows. Because that's the only way he'll even begin to help him cope with this new information, whatever that information should be. And peel away fact from fiction.
So, he nudges out a solemn nod, eyes back on the cadet. His hand remains resting on Jim's shoulder, but it almost feels as if it's forgotten, grip limp. ]