Their rough edges complimented each other, and their soft sides were always protected by the other. It was how the ideal bond worked, and they fit together on all levels better than anyone else that he knew. Better than any friends, any lovers, any marriages, any business partners. Once he had met Gabe, there hadn't been any doubt in his mind about the results of the SEP, and maybe he had been more enthusiastic about it compared to everyone else, pulling not just Gabe but other candidates into his vortex of positivity.
He didn't want to change his hair, but these were desperate times and those required desperate measures. He reached up and touched his hair lightly, fingers brushing against Gabriel's in the process. He knew there was gray up there, practically white, but everyone thought it was his exposure to the sun rather than him getting old. The fact of the matter was that Jack was getting on in years, nearly fifty. "...what colour would look good on me?" He trusted Gabe's taste. As long as they had resources and a means, they would be fine.
Well, now he was up. Jack hated how weak he felt balancing like that on his arms, and he eased away from the kiss once it was clear he had made his point. Instead of laying back down, he practically collapsed gently against Gabe's shoulder, resting his cheek there as his body lay against the older man's side and he snaked an arm around Gabe's waist. He was blinking back a little wetness from his eyes, feeling safe because of the man beside him. "I know," he agreed. "You know..." he paused, mastering himself, "you're my most important person, right? I would do anything for you." Since they were have a sentimental moment.
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Date: 2019-05-18 03:28 pm (UTC)He didn't want to change his hair, but these were desperate times and those required desperate measures. He reached up and touched his hair lightly, fingers brushing against Gabriel's in the process. He knew there was gray up there, practically white, but everyone thought it was his exposure to the sun rather than him getting old. The fact of the matter was that Jack was getting on in years, nearly fifty. "...what colour would look good on me?" He trusted Gabe's taste. As long as they had resources and a means, they would be fine.
Well, now he was up. Jack hated how weak he felt balancing like that on his arms, and he eased away from the kiss once it was clear he had made his point. Instead of laying back down, he practically collapsed gently against Gabe's shoulder, resting his cheek there as his body lay against the older man's side and he snaked an arm around Gabe's waist. He was blinking back a little wetness from his eyes, feeling safe because of the man beside him. "I know," he agreed. "You know..." he paused, mastering himself, "you're my most important person, right? I would do anything for you." Since they were have a sentimental moment.