"I've got them," says Jack, going down onto one knee and starting to work
on the fiddly buckles. He drops them on the floor once he gets them
undone. Poison's out seeing Krem, so they're home alone. "Newt hit him.
Good. Did he...are you okay?"
A wave of sickness goes through him at the thought of anything happening to
her.
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Date: 2017-02-21 05:50 pm (UTC)"I've got them," says Jack, going down onto one knee and starting to work on the fiddly buckles. He drops them on the floor once he gets them undone. Poison's out seeing Krem, so they're home alone. "Newt hit him. Good. Did he...are you okay?"
A wave of sickness goes through him at the thought of anything happening to her.