[ Jim's lips are drying out by now but the heat of his breath is a contrast to the rest of his skin, which is rapidly cooling off now that he's donated his jacket to Zell. Where he would often turn a touch to his lips into a kiss he's now still, unwilling to make things stranger for Zell than they already are. He's frozen in place as Zell moves to press their foreheads together.
We're running out of time.
The words are a blow hard enough that Zell can probably feel them hitting Jim. Out of time - to live, to be together, everything, and they're making no progress. It's not the first time Jim's thought that they're all going to die here, but it's the most immediate. His curse is probably lost in a haze of static, but the way he clings tighter to Zell isn't.
In a moment he'll be able to try and reassure Zell, write something that makes sense. As soon as he knows what to say. ]
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We're running out of time.
The words are a blow hard enough that Zell can probably feel them hitting Jim. Out of time - to live, to be together, everything, and they're making no progress. It's not the first time Jim's thought that they're all going to die here, but it's the most immediate. His curse is probably lost in a haze of static, but the way he clings tighter to Zell isn't.
In a moment he'll be able to try and reassure Zell, write something that makes sense. As soon as he knows what to say. ]