No, God, Jake. You can't cry you're going to make him cry, he can't do this. He chewed on the inside of his lip, and pushed his glasses up onto the crown of his head. He took a sharp breath in through his nose and held it, exhaling shakily as he pressed his forehead into Jake's.
"Shh," he hushed. "Shh, Jake. It's gonna be okay."
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Date: 2013-04-20 01:57 am (UTC)"Shh," he hushed. "Shh, Jake. It's gonna be okay."