[The twist of his mouth is pathetic. He's aware of this, can't sum up the energy to keep his face neutral. House makes it sound so easy; Eddie makes it sound so easy. Like Jim isn't tearing up his own inside over it, like he hasn't been laying awake night after night thinking about his sins. He slips his hands over his face, leans forward into his knees for a long beat. ]
Don't. [This comes first, then he straightens, let's a soft, defeated sigh. ] Just - just come here. [His thighs go a little flatter, wider. He holds out a hand, glances briefly to House, like -
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Don't. [This comes first, then he straightens, let's a soft, defeated sigh. ] Just - just come here. [His thighs go a little flatter, wider. He holds out a hand, glances briefly to House, like -
Like it'll give him reassurance. ]