Jack looked at his feet now, before he slowly moved to her and wrapped his arms around her tightly; unable to say anything more. He doesn’t want to hide. His parents had spent years teaching him to believe in who he was, what he was, to not hide his face when he would dare to go outside. It was important to be who he was but he was such a person who stood out.
He nodded his head against her, still holding her, mute in his contemplation.
“Jack..” she whispered softly, snuggling up against him. Even if he didn’t believe anything, somehow she would convince him. Oh how she wished she knew how.
“I give you strength, don’t I?”
“You do.” he whispered back quietly. “M-more than you know…”
Jack Maple 