you no longer gravitate around the earth; you gravitate around him instead. your body measures time by the number of heartbeats since you last saw him. your limbs arrange themselves purely in relation to the position of his body.
slowly unbuttoning the blue shirt that was covered in blood, he took it off and placed it to the side. struggling to take the white undershirt off, a ‘tsss’ sound was made as the shirt was sticking to the wound.
tilting his head to the side, his lips pursed together with a tiny smile showing. realizing what he had meant about the pretty newsie, his smile turned into a wide one very quickly.
“well that boy is lucky to have someone like you
jack trilled his lips on an exhale, a sighing action before scoffing playfully, "i ain't just think about trees. there's a pretty newsboy in there, too." and smiling at davey. davey was certainly calming him down from his adrenaline, +
“j-jackie…. baby, i…. my body ain’t perfect if that’s what you’re thinking underneath my shirt…. I don’t wanna disappoint you… it’s dumb I know.”
an awkward chuckle came out letting his face drop again. “you can look, but no judgin’.”
“how could it not freak people out? your eyes just about popped out from your head. I just know that if you soak it in water it works, I watched mama do it with pops clothes when he came home from work. besides I….”
he paused
"i'on think you unda'stand how blood and lightly colored clothes work, dave. even me, who barely is changin' my clothes, change when i get bloodstains. it freaks customers out if 'ya don't."
jack sighs, trudging back over to stand+
that sat on his temple. leaning in he had glanced at the eyes that were laid on him especially after the sitting comment. he gasped dramatically.
“well good for you. you can also listen, amazing just amazing.” placing a soft kiss
“yeah, yeah.”
not even having a comeback for that, he just sighed playfully rolling his eyes at his statement. watching the other frantically move about the cabin, he let out a huff just still sitting on the ground. shaking his head, he
"and if *you ain't upright, how else are 'ya gonna tell *me smart stuff t'run the newsies?"
he grumbles back, teasing but spiteful. he watches daveys movements with care and intent, especially focusing on his hands when they move the vest.
“now that you got your jitter bug out of the way will you let me finish here? I just wanna make sure nothin’s wrong wit that head of yours. and check to make sure you’re not hurt elsewhere.”
looking up and over at him, a sigh was let