John just smiles with his face tucked against the side of Jack’s, lips curving up against the hinge of Jack’s jaw. There he is—fragile and still in pieces, but he’s back again.

Jack…his Jack.

“Told you I could pick some up.” John teases back gently, kissing his temple again. Leaning back just enough to look into Jack’s face, John reaches up to frame it between his hands with a gentle smile.

“My love.” He whispers in English this time, pulling him in for another kiss. “There you are…c’mon, stay with me. Please, stay with me…”