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After a moment’s hesitation, Jack leaned down and rested his head against August’s knee. Very stiffly, as if he didn’t belong there. August flinched as one of the men in the
“Jack. Jack!” He buried his face in Jack’s neck and clung to him, frantically trying to memorize the feel of him, the smell of him.
“I miss the way you fucking smell,” Jack admitted, his voice thick. August hummed his agreement into Jack’s chest as he curled close to him.
listens! I have never known a time when he wasn’t there to lead. That’s why I burned down the toy factory. That is why I let him practically drown me. Because it was worth it. It’s so fucking simple. Why can’t any of you get it into your fucking heads: He is my only constant. My fixed point.”
“I don’t care about the team, August. Why are you even … August? August, look at me. Look at me.”
“No!” Jack scrambled closer, but August didn’t react. “No, please! I’m sorry, August. I’m sorry.”
You’re so stupid, August. You’re so stupid and I love you so much.”
“I love you and we don’t need the other world to keep that.” He glanced at the small window in the door to see if the guard was watching, then leaned over quickly and pressed their foreheads together.
In this world and the next. They could take everything away and leave us with nothing, and I would still love you.”
Jack brushed the salt from August’s cheek. “I’ve never seen you cry before,” he whispered. Then, with a resolute and terrible sorrow, Jack cradled August’s cheek in his nervously shaking hands and kissed him.
“How long?” He had to know. “August, please—” “How long have you been waiting for me?” The words tore themselves roughly from his throat.
“I’m right here,” he said. “I’ve always been right here.”
“I have to go. But I’ll be back for you,” Jack promised. “Mr. Rossi, your time is up.” “I’ll be back for you. I always will.”
