[ Zack takes it at least despite the blood clearly smearing the screen in places. Takes it... and very reluctantly finds a seat. His hand still remains on Jim though. And still, he tugs beckoning him to join him. ]
[ Jim goes where he's tugged this time, because he doesn't think his idiot friend will be content to sit down if he doesn't. He does sigh, though, just to make his thoughts on the matter clear. ]
[ Said idiot friend does leave him be after that. Doesn't pull on him anymore and even lets go, cradling the tablet again as much as he feels like gripping it so hard it might break. He doesn't do the latter though.
Just- finally starts typing again and this time he doesn't hesitate to hold it up. ]
[ Jim stares at the words on the screen, silent. It - can't be that easy, can it? Of course it's not. Not when they're dying by turns. Not when the home he desperately wants back is universes away, filled with some other, better Jim.
cw: blood
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Stop doing that.
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Just- finally starts typing again and this time he doesn't hesitate to hold it up. ]
so we make one.
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But. ]
-How?