For a moment all Jack can do is stare, brow furrowing slightly, but not because he can't find any words to reply. He's got plenty, actually, but his slowly-clearing mind knows he can't say any of them.
Why. Don't. You shouldn't.
Not just because John doesn't understand yet why the person he is right now is hardly worth much notice let alone affection, but because Jack knows that even if he did explain it all and lay out every reason that this version of himself isn't something anyone should want, John would just refuse to accept any of those answers.
Which is just ridiculous. Ridiculous, stubborn, gorgeous man.
Releasing a tremulous sigh, he gives a tight nod. "I know," he says, voice scarcely above a whisper, lips brushing against John's as he speaks. And he does, is honestly more sure of it than he is of his own name right now, and that's terrifying and he doesn't deserve it but he's too much of a coward to let it go. "I love you, too."
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Why. Don't. You shouldn't.
Not just because John doesn't understand yet why the person he is right now is hardly worth much notice let alone affection, but because Jack knows that even if he did explain it all and lay out every reason that this version of himself isn't something anyone should want, John would just refuse to accept any of those answers.
Which is just ridiculous. Ridiculous, stubborn, gorgeous man.
Releasing a tremulous sigh, he gives a tight nod. "I know," he says, voice scarcely above a whisper, lips brushing against John's as he speaks. And he does, is honestly more sure of it than he is of his own name right now, and that's terrifying and he doesn't deserve it but he's too much of a coward to let it go. "I love you, too."