[ Jim pulls in a deep breath as Zell pulls up the covers, but slowly lets it out again when it's done and the two of them are enveloped in warm cocoon, lit softly by the light of Jim's tablet. He presses them tighter together by threading his legs around one of Zell's, throwing his arm over Zell's waist. It's comfortable in a way Jim rarely is, and as miserable as the conversation earlier had been he's glad for it. More than that: ]
I'm glad you're here. [ A kiss. ] I'm glad you stayed.
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I'm glad you're here. [ A kiss. ] I'm glad you stayed.