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It’s times like these with Kyle staring half-lidded into a distance that Jason can’t see nor follow that he regrets being so much of a knife.
He knows the comfort of a weapon in hand, safety in a loaded gun, but no matter how much he wants Kyle to see something of him in him, he knows they are not the same in this.
They are untethered. Kyle drifting into space and Jason sinking into the ground.
“Space ranger,” Jason kisses the corner of his mouth, by his ear, on his forehead and hopes for gravity. “Come back to earth.”