I want to. Is there really something so wrong with it being that simple?

[A hand lifting to grip the wrist of the hand still keeping hold of his shirt, other hand still rested at Jack's hip. Something still so wounded about his body langue of his, ears pinned and tail curled low.

Face might no longer be turned away, but his eyes remained so.]

Not like it's the first time I've wanted to either, just never did anything about it.