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You don’t know what woke you. The room is barely illuminated in the dark, mostly by Jack as he sleeps next to you, faintly glowing. Something so much easier to see in the dark like this, along with the faint VHS like lines buzzing across him. You cradle his face for a moment, just barley grazing his skin afraid to wake him, and move your hand into his hair, stroking a thumb over his temple. Your mind tells you he should buzzing like static, not solid and warm, rising and falling with his impossible breath. It’s difficult to reconcile the two in your mind. But no matter what, he’s still your Jack. As you admire him, your mind drifts back to what he’d asked you.
“Don’t go anywhere without me, okay?”
He wasn’t able to look you in the eyes as he said it. You sigh as you mentally arrange a bit of what you can guess about Jack, your fingertips absently running through his hair. He came into your life out of an old, old VHS tape. If he’s some kind of weird tulpa, he’s been in there for a long time. If he’s a ghost, then he’s not really ‘Sunny Day Jack’ and has some mental gymnastics going on after being in there for, again, a long time. Either way, Jack has been alone for years in conditions he refuses to speak about, always changing the topic when you ask. And you did a lot of asking when you first met. And then there’s the current situation. You’re the only person he can interact with. Your heart pangs for a second, a voice in the back of your mind asking if having no other options is the only reason he’s fallen for you. Like –
Your distracted from that train of thought as the arm around you tightens and he closes the space between you in his sleep just that bit more. Relived you didn’t wake him, you continue brushing your hand through his hair. You want this relationship to be as healthy as possible and you knew from the start there were going to be… unique challenges to work through.
This was one of them. And you will work through it, together.
Leaning forward you press your lips to his forehead and again to his hairline. Staying there, you make a promise to your bizarre, colourful, sweet, supportive, handsome, love against his logic defying skin. (you stop yourself from thinking of more sappy descriptors before you start sounding like Jack)
“I won’t go where you can’t follow.”