They don't talk about these things, which Jack understands and doesn't
mind. He knows that Poison doesn't want to label this, doesn't want to
think about it too deeply because losing Ghoul is too raw, too new. None
of this was supposed to happen this quickly. Maybe none of it was supposed
to happen at all.
But here they are.
Jack curls his arm around Poison's neck, holding him to the kiss for a
moment. It's gentle in a way that their kisses aren't, always. Jack feels
himself melting into it.
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They don't talk about these things, which Jack understands and doesn't mind. He knows that Poison doesn't want to label this, doesn't want to think about it too deeply because losing Ghoul is too raw, too new. None of this was supposed to happen this quickly. Maybe none of it was supposed to happen at all.
But here they are.
Jack curls his arm around Poison's neck, holding him to the kiss for a moment. It's gentle in a way that their kisses aren't, always. Jack feels himself melting into it.