[ Jim tries to meet the smile as best he can, though it's marred by the tears in his eyes. He dries them roughly on his sleeve, the way he always does, and uses both his hands to guide Zell's wrist upward to the pulse point on his neck. His heart's going too fast, and he gulps before he glances at the screen to see what Zell was typing.
It's clear enough to read, this time. Jim thinks - hopes - that the static's leaving them alone for a little while. He hesitates for a moment, knowing that if they're on top of one another when they disappear again it will only be worse.
The hestiance doesn't last long, the offer of comfort more tempting than the fear of what might happen. He scoots closer, until they're touching knee-to-knee, but waits for Zell to do anything further. ]
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It's clear enough to read, this time. Jim thinks - hopes - that the static's leaving them alone for a little while. He hesitates for a moment, knowing that if they're on top of one another when they disappear again it will only be worse.
The hestiance doesn't last long, the offer of comfort more tempting than the fear of what might happen. He scoots closer, until they're touching knee-to-knee, but waits for Zell to do anything further. ]