[Jack isn't asleep when Johnny comes back. If he pretends to be, it's only to reinforce that the responsibilities of being a baron are Johnny's alone.
It isn't really true. A weight on Johnny's shoulders is a weight on him, for reasons that Jack still doesn't define. Johnny is never really alone.
There's something different when he wraps his arms around him, more than just fatigue from a long day. Johnny's energy is almost bottomless. There's something in the tightness of his arm, the weakness that Jack feels in his shoulders and spine when he slides his hand along them. He knows every inch of Johnny Storm's body, and something's wrong.]
Tell me.
[He says it quietly, his arms going around him in return.]
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It isn't really true. A weight on Johnny's shoulders is a weight on him, for reasons that Jack still doesn't define. Johnny is never really alone.
There's something different when he wraps his arms around him, more than just fatigue from a long day. Johnny's energy is almost bottomless. There's something in the tightness of his arm, the weakness that Jack feels in his shoulders and spine when he slides his hand along them. He knows every inch of Johnny Storm's body, and something's wrong.]
Tell me.
[He says it quietly, his arms going around him in return.]