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It’s a lazy Friday in; Simon’s curled up kind of adorably, sleeping on the couch while his hearing aid charges. He’s told Jack to tap him on the shoulder if he needs anything.
Jack curls up beside him, his amulet tucked carefully away inside his oversized Star Trek T-shirt as he drifts off into sleep. Something about this man makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, almost like it doesn’t matter he’s not human. He’s going to love Simon Glass for the rest of his life.
…for the rest of his life.
A drowsy but rather worrying thought occurs to him; whose life is that? Jack’s not going to die, ever. He’s still getting used to that fact, and he’s already quite tired of the word immortal floating around in envious whispers and reverent tones. He’s twenty-four, not even thirty yet.
But Simon… Simon’s mundane. He’s a non-anomalous human with a non-anomalous lifespan. He’ll be gone in - Simon’s twenty-seven, so that’s three plus seventy more years if he’s lucky. Jack’s going to see him die one day, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.
The very thought of ever losing this brilliant, wonderful man beside him fills Jack with a veritable ocean of dread, filling him up until he feels he could drown in it. He can’t lose Simon, he can’t. It would kill him and leave almost nothing in its wake.
Simon stirs, making a small noise as he awakens from his nap. “Hello,” he murmurs, looking up at Jack with those beautiful, soft blue eyes. It seems impossible they could ever lose their spark. “What’s got you so down?”
Jack shakes his head. “My appointment’s tomorrow,” he half-lies. “It’ll hurt. It always does.”
“I’ll walk you there,” Simon promises. “And I’ll be right there when you come back.”
“Maybe I won’t have to bend over so far to kiss you,” Jack muses. “We could look each other in the eyes. That would be nice.”
“That would be nice,” Simon agrees, and drifts off back to sleep.