[ He repeats those words, his mouth moving to sound them out, but nothing actually comes out. Shift his mouth against Jim's cheek and saying we will in a quiet murmur. Bumping first their foreheads and then their noses against each other. Reaching up to gently trace the side of Jim's face much like he has done in the past when the idea he may die before Jim weighed heavily on his shoulders.
Now it's the idea that they may never see each other for a long time. Or something else may befall his Stars the moment he can no longer see him.
Giving a slow nod as he leans back. Keeping a hand on Jim as he rubs his face against his arm. Swallowing. ]
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Now it's the idea that they may never see each other for a long time. Or something else may befall his Stars the moment he can no longer see him.
Giving a slow nod as he leans back. Keeping a hand on Jim as he rubs his face against his arm. Swallowing. ]
As you wish, Stars.