[It's admittedly a bit startling, when Zelos pulls him into an embrace like that--hugs in general are still things that Jack might never really get used to, he doesn't think. But it's still pleasant, more than pleasant, and as Zelos enjoys the cold Jack's still savoring the warmth, novel and strange as the sensation still is.]
[But even those feelings still fall in a sort of backdrop, in comparison to the attention he has focused on Zelos's words. Words painting a truly mortifying picture indeed...Jack finds that he can't imagine what that might be like at all. Being intangible to the majority of the world's population is one thing, but to be unable to feel anything--]
[It's a slight, stricken sigh, icy breath probably tickling at the latter's own neck, though that bit's unintentional; and by the time Zelos shifts, pulling back enough to allow his arms to resume a much more familiar and normal position draped over his shoulders, Jack's expression's shifted to something a bit more sympathetic and a bit more sad, in equal measures.]
...No, not corny. That's really--'course you're still human. And you couldn't do any good at all if you were gone, so--don't think like that. Stop getting tired. You're barely even thirty yet, save that for the old geezers.
[There, a small fleck of humor, interjected into a tone that's otherwise kind of somber. Jack lets his eyes drop to stare at some point around Zelos's chest after a moment; and the hand that had stubbornly remained fisted in his shirt up to now finally relaxes, shifts to drift under and out of the loose caging of Zelos's right arm to settle lightly on one of the guy's wrists, near his own shoulder. The grip's light--somewhat tentative in itself--bit still definitely there.]
You keep telling me all this stuff. And it's all so--close, and important, and--really wish I could return it better. Guess I'm just not sure how to do it. [A very slight laugh, almost a sigh in itself.] ...I still don't really remember much of it. When I was human. It's all--pieces. Barely remember what being warm is like. But--this is a nice reminder. So...thank you, for that. For all this.
[He leans a bit into Zelos's draping, then, the crown of his hair almost bumping at the latter's shoulder.]
I'm glad you don't mind it. That's...kind of a first.
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[But even those feelings still fall in a sort of backdrop, in comparison to the attention he has focused on Zelos's words. Words painting a truly mortifying picture indeed...Jack finds that he can't imagine what that might be like at all. Being intangible to the majority of the world's population is one thing, but to be unable to feel anything--]
[It's a slight, stricken sigh, icy breath probably tickling at the latter's own neck, though that bit's unintentional; and by the time Zelos shifts, pulling back enough to allow his arms to resume a much more familiar and normal position draped over his shoulders, Jack's expression's shifted to something a bit more sympathetic and a bit more sad, in equal measures.]
...No, not corny. That's really--'course you're still human. And you couldn't do any good at all if you were gone, so--don't think like that. Stop getting tired. You're barely even thirty yet, save that for the old geezers.
[There, a small fleck of humor, interjected into a tone that's otherwise kind of somber. Jack lets his eyes drop to stare at some point around Zelos's chest after a moment; and the hand that had stubbornly remained fisted in his shirt up to now finally relaxes, shifts to drift under and out of the loose caging of Zelos's right arm to settle lightly on one of the guy's wrists, near his own shoulder. The grip's light--somewhat tentative in itself--bit still definitely there.]
You keep telling me all this stuff. And it's all so--close, and important, and--really wish I could return it better. Guess I'm just not sure how to do it. [A very slight laugh, almost a sigh in itself.] ...I still don't really remember much of it. When I was human. It's all--pieces. Barely remember what being warm is like. But--this is a nice reminder. So...thank you, for that. For all this.
[He leans a bit into Zelos's draping, then, the crown of his hair almost bumping at the latter's shoulder.]
I'm glad you don't mind it. That's...kind of a first.