"I get the sinking suspicion that you'd support me through the most horrendous decisions," he says mildly. And then he's leaning a little, eyes closed.
And Jacobi, who spent his time on Clipper not losing any of his strength, slides his hands around Jon and just picks him up bridal-style. He might be on the short side, but Jon is not difficult to maneuver.
"Alright, darling. Across the threshold. To the bed."
"Ha ha," he murmurs as he leans up against Jacobi. He's smaller, now. He'd gotten some muscle and some bulk from being in the Flotilla, from being a pirate. His death has taken that all away. He's thinner now, fed like he'd claimed, but thinner.
Jacobi will putter around a little in the room. Turning off lights, making sure cats aren't hiding somewhere. And then he's crawling into the bed with him, an arm around his side.
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He's already starting to feel ill about this.
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"You know, I say go for it. I might be biased, though."
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He's already hurting. But he's made the decision.
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"Alright, I'm going to kidnap you now."
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"All right."
He... kind of wants to rest now. Even aside from losing at Mario Kart.
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"Alright, darling. Across the threshold. To the bed."
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And he's starting to fade.
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Jacobi will putter around a little in the room. Turning off lights, making sure cats aren't hiding somewhere. And then he's crawling into the bed with him, an arm around his side.
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Which is when he drops off, exhausted by all of it. And finally somewhere safe.