[ Jim passes his hand over Zell's lips, rests his thumb there as he caresses his cheek. He needs to stop, soon, but he can't seem to -
Zell makes the decision for them, and he sighs a tiny sign of relief. ]
I am. I'm not leaving again, not if I can stay.
[ Which isn't a promise of forever, exactly, but it's the best Jim can do. He curls in on himself at his own end of the bed, knees tucked under chin, and stares unseeing at the far wall. ]
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Zell makes the decision for them, and he sighs a tiny sign of relief. ]
I am. I'm not leaving again, not if I can stay.
[ Which isn't a promise of forever, exactly, but it's the best Jim can do. He curls in on himself at his own end of the bed, knees tucked under chin, and stares unseeing at the far wall. ]
Do you ... is your guitar here?