Wyatt sighs, turning his head to look up - and everything about the other man tells him it's Ambrose looking out from the depths of those dark eyes. "But we will be. Thank you."
Jeb's hands are still curled like claws in his shirt, one at his chest, one around his back, but Wyatt doesn't mind. He knows the feeling, knows exactly how bad you feel when you want to help someone so much, and you can't. He knows what it feels like to have control ripped out of your hands.
"Just...reliving the worst day of our lives." He'll take Jeb to his room the moment he can breathe all right again.
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Date: 2009-08-12 09:55 am (UTC)Wyatt sighs, turning his head to look up - and everything about the other man tells him it's Ambrose looking out from the depths of those dark eyes. "But we will be. Thank you."
Jeb's hands are still curled like claws in his shirt, one at his chest, one around his back, but Wyatt doesn't mind. He knows the feeling, knows exactly how bad you feel when you want to help someone so much, and you can't. He knows what it feels like to have control ripped out of your hands.
"Just...reliving the worst day of our lives." He'll take Jeb to his room the moment he can breathe all right again.