[The prickling sensation on his knuckles tells him he probably broke skin with that punch. It's not a dream, or it's a dream where you actually feel things. Zell isn't sure what would be worst. What if he wakes up and there's nothing there?
As his mind starts racing towards the worst case scenario, Jim goes into action. Even without looking, he can tell it's Jim. Zell lets him work him out of his position, but he keeps his eyes shut. Trying to focus on the sounds he can pick up. There a soft clink sound of a charm tapping against the coin on one of their bracelets.
Then he can feel his top being pulled up. That stills his thoughts completely. Opening his eyes to look from the masked person before him, to what he's trying to ascertain on Zell. Then it hits him hard like a ton of bricks. Zell pulls up his shirt to look at the marks drawn on. He remembers when they did it. The feel of the marker pressed on his skin and Jim blowing against his stomach.]
Home. [A pause as he looks up to Riley!Jim.] Your home. [He hooks an arm around Jim and pulls him close. It's weird trying to pull someone who doesn't look like your boyfriend into your lap. It's almost wrong, but he definitely smells like Jim. He definitely feels like Jim.]
Jim... what if I can't ever hear you again? [What if he can't ever see Jim or anyone else again?]
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As his mind starts racing towards the worst case scenario, Jim goes into action. Even without looking, he can tell it's Jim. Zell lets him work him out of his position, but he keeps his eyes shut. Trying to focus on the sounds he can pick up. There a soft clink sound of a charm tapping against the coin on one of their bracelets.
Then he can feel his top being pulled up. That stills his thoughts completely. Opening his eyes to look from the masked person before him, to what he's trying to ascertain on Zell. Then it hits him hard like a ton of bricks. Zell pulls up his shirt to look at the marks drawn on. He remembers when they did it. The feel of the marker pressed on his skin and Jim blowing against his stomach.]
Home. [A pause as he looks up to Riley!Jim.] Your home. [He hooks an arm around Jim and pulls him close. It's weird trying to pull someone who doesn't look like your boyfriend into your lap. It's almost wrong, but he definitely smells like Jim. He definitely feels like Jim.]
Jim... what if I can't ever hear you again? [What if he can't ever see Jim or anyone else again?]