Poison can't bring himself to move at all. He manages to stroke Jack's arm before his hand drops back to the bed. He closes his eyes, just breathing and enjoying the warmth of Jack against his side. There's a small smile just tugging at the corners of his mouth.
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Date: 2016-05-02 09:27 pm (UTC)