Poison pushes his fingers into Jack's hair, stroking across his scalp and down his neck, holding him. He pulls him close so he can bump their foreheads together.

"Still got it in my head that the best option is running," he confesses. "There's just no where to fucking go here so it's all in my head." He flashes a grin, weak but there. Then he gives Jack a kiss.

"I'll try not to shake you off again. I know-- I know you're good for me. I see you."