His next breath is more of a wheeze, hoarse from all that talking. Sore on every point that touches a blanket, touches Jacobi. But he stays still, and there's nearly another faint smile.
"Yeah. You could've." A deeper breath, that calms the following ones down a bit more. "I'm... glad you didn't."
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Date: 2022-01-21 03:34 am (UTC)"Yeah. You could've." A deeper breath, that calms the following ones down a bit more. "I'm... glad you didn't."