[ Jim hears the gasp, and almost pulls away when Venom stiffens up as he does. It isn't until he feels the other man's arms wrap around him that he tightens his grip, fingers curling desperately in the fabric of his clothing as if this will suddenly disappear into nothing. An involuntary half-strangled noise close to a sob gets smothered when Jim lowers his head, burying his face against the other man's shoulder.
His eyes are stinging. He doesn't care. He can't bring himself to care about it at all.
He just wants to focus on the fact that he got a second chance (third?), again, somehow and--- His voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. ]
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His eyes are stinging. He doesn't care. He can't bring himself to care about it at all.
He just wants to focus on the fact that he got a second chance (third?), again, somehow and--- His voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. ]
I missed you.