"Don't leave me."

It's a knee jerk reaction, the kind he's gotten good at suppressing over the last two hundred years, but right now he's so raw, bleeding from the inside. He's a child again, he's being tortured, he's screaming for Mom and Dad and Javic, Javic, please save him Javic--

His hands fly, fumble, scrape and claw until he's got both wrapped around Jack's hand attached to the arm around his shoulder. His expression is one of pure panic at the very suggestion that he might go somewhere his brother isn't, that he's slipped the leash of sanity completely this time and that he'll discover this isn't real if Javic leaves his side.

Gray's grip is hard enough to feel the grind of bone against bone as he clings to Jack's fingers with both hands, and he's too panicked to care.

"I...I'm--" He stops and swallows, trying and failing to reclaim his composure, the mask of competency and humanity, easy charm and calm that hide the monster he's become.

"...I'm...still learning. My way around, yeah--just don't--don't leave me, Javic. Please."