He didn't even have the presence of mind to be grossed out about Jake's snotty grossness being all over his shirt. He just held him, reached up and stroked his hair. His own shaking had spread from his hands to his whole person, and he was realizing that the stinging in his eyes was trying very hard to become tears. He refused.
"You'll be okay now," he repeated. It had become a mantra.
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Date: 2013-04-19 10:41 pm (UTC)"You'll be okay now," he repeated. It had become a mantra.