[ Jim always likes putting Zell in his clothes; even under the circumstances it gives him a little thrill of rightness when Zell's wrapped in the beat-up old jacket that's been with Jim through enough life-rocking moments he can't even count them anymore. It will see Zell through this one, too, Jim hopes as he puts a hand over Zell's bruised one.
His mind goes back to that night, too, when he'd foolishly told Zell that he didn't have to memorize Jim's face. Stupid, now, when Zell has to result to feeling around and looks so lost.
Jim's so caught on that, he misses the first of what Zell was saying - he has to replay it in his head. They could talk to each other, until they couldn't; he can see the parallels to Time Compression already.
He has to reach for the notebook to prompt Zell on, his usual surprisingly neat penmenship just spikey chicken scratch in his haste. ]
What did he tell you?
[ What Jim wants to know, but doesn't ask: Anything that makes this worth it? ]
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His mind goes back to that night, too, when he'd foolishly told Zell that he didn't have to memorize Jim's face. Stupid, now, when Zell has to result to feeling around and looks so lost.
Jim's so caught on that, he misses the first of what Zell was saying - he has to replay it in his head. They could talk to each other, until they couldn't; he can see the parallels to Time Compression already.
He has to reach for the notebook to prompt Zell on, his usual surprisingly neat penmenship just spikey chicken scratch in his haste. ]
What did he tell you?
[ What Jim wants to know, but doesn't ask: Anything that makes this worth it? ]