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[Jacob's other hand comes to grip Chris', holding his hand between Jacob's own, not clinging exactly, but not ready to let go. Just in case this all turns out to be a dream, to be a fantasy where Chris so readily forgives him, welcomes him back, offers his heart out to Jacob again. He half expects it to all go wrong now, for the building to melt beneath their feet and Chris to be lost, or worse, the man to disappear forever back to his home and his partners and his duty, where he'll never remember Jacob at all.

But that doesn't happen, although he thinks he sees something change in Chris' expression, like a thought come and go. A hope fade. But Jacob decides he'd read too many of Gilia's romance books. Chris isn't asking him, and so he won't say. Not yet. Not yet. Things aren't fixed yet, they've only taken the first step.

The suggestion they should kiss and make up does make him grin, corners of his mouth pulling wide.]

If that's what you want, you can have as many kisses as you want love, starting now, but... I want to do better by you. And I will try.

[And so saying, he takes hold of Chris' other hand, giving both hands a gentle squeeze, and leans in to kiss him.]

[It's a silly suggestion. He feels silly for it, but it doesn't stop him from leaning in to meet the kiss all the same. He only lets it linger a moment, but then pulls back.]

It's a start, Mister Frye. We've both room to be better, but trying is all anyone can ask of another.

[He squeezes Jacob's hand but then lets go.]

Give a few days. Take some air for yourself, move on...and when I call next, maybe I can make good on that date I promised a couple weeks back.

[That was his go-to, wasn't it? Grander gestures to make up for infractions he still stood by. Hopefully it still helped.]

[ The kiss breaks all too soon. Too chaste too brief, but perhaps that's all he can hope to expect. All he deserves. But when Chris let's go of his hands, tells him a few days it feels like a dismissal.

And it hurts.

Words form on his tongue, unwanted.

Don't send me away. I can fix this.I love you. I wanted to tell you. Don't go.

He swallows them down again, letting them churn and fester in his stomach instead. Best not to say it. Best just to do as Chris suggests. ]

It doesn't have to be as fancy as all that. I'd be happy just to go sit on the beach with you and talk about nothing. You know all I need is your company.

[There's hurt that he can see flicker in Jacob's eyes and something unkind in himself whispers that he shouldn't be surprised. That was his go-to as well. He leans in quick for a kiss to the other man's cheek, but doesn't reach for more. A band-aid of a gesture, no doubt.

Why did he try at this?
Why did people let him try?

He smiles like it's easy and reassuring.]

Don't tempt me, you know I've love for that strip of sand. No, lovely, I've nicer plans. Still plenty private, I've no intention of sharing your company with any night-of. Just...trust me.

I do trust you. I trust you more than you know.

[ It might not seem like that now, after the mess that he's made of things, but the last few days were an exception, not a rule. He trusts Chris with his life, and his heart, and more importantly he trusts Chris with one of his irreplaceable treasures: Chris Sonom.

And with all that welling up in him, he can't let things go just like that. He presses back in, one hand going to Chris' gorgeous gold hair, fingers curling in it as he kisses him. It's no clash on tongues or heavy make-out session, but he floods it with everything he can. Love and hope and fear and want, unspoken promises and longing and regret for the wedge he shoved between them.

When that breaks, he thinks he can go, he thinks he can manage to do as Chris asked and give them both some space.]

A couple of days. No more?

[Jacob steals his breath with that kiss and a hand in his hair causes some of the static to subside. It would be back, it wasn't gone, just quieter for a moment. A moment is enough to focus on the feeling of lips on his and the emotion behind it. A mess of so much Chris can't begin to pick it apart, but he supposes he doesn't have to. The fact it's there at all means something.

His hands come up in front of him as though to reach for Jacob's hips or sides, but they close into fists in mid-air when he pushes the urge back. They needed to take the space after so many heated words and hurt feelings, even if it would be much easier not to.

When Jacob pulls away again, there's a moment where Chris' eyes are still closed, his lips still parted that he sighs through them before looking at him again and nodding.]

Two days exact. Be on the roof of the Arena. I'll pick you up at ten and no later. Promise.

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