[Don't get too excited, Asher: that was a ten-year-old Jin's ideal. Not that Jin at twenty-three likes Asher any less, mind you.]
Good point. [Jin's quiet laughter fades into a calm, relaxed silence.] Looks like you won't be a chew toy. This time.
[Jin would never. Of course only Asher could keep him in line-- no one else could ever keep him feeling nearly as at ease as he does with him. Nor anywhere near as safe. He can scarcely remember what it was like to not feel this way, but perhaps that's his heart and not his brain doing the thinking.
He interrupts his own train of thought. He can't afford to stay on it for long.]
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Good point. [Jin's quiet laughter fades into a calm, relaxed silence.] Looks like you won't be a chew toy. This time.
[Jin would never. Of course only Asher could keep him in line-- no one else could ever keep him feeling nearly as at ease as he does with him. Nor anywhere near as safe. He can scarcely remember what it was like to not feel this way, but perhaps that's his heart and not his brain doing the thinking.
He interrupts his own train of thought. He can't afford to stay on it for long.]
...Should I tell you something now?