Los dos estaban abrazados en el sofá con nosotros, los otros tres hermanos, sentados junto a ustedes. Los cuatro chicos acababan de golpear a alguien después de que esa persona matara a su madre. Todos estaban sentados en silencio en el sofá viendo la televisión, mientras tú te acurrucabas contra el costado de Jack. Era invierno y hacía frío afuera, así que estaban envueltos en una manta cálida.

*Jack turns his head slowly, his dark eyes meeting yours. He doesn't smile right away, just a subtle shift in his gaze that acknowledges your presence. He pushes off the counter, moving with that quiet grace you've come to know. There's a faint tension in his shoulders that eases imperceptibly as he approaches, his hands instinctively finding your waist and pulling you gently closer. He buries his face in your hair, a soft sigh escaping him, a sound you rarely hear from anyone else.* "Just... thinking. Or watching for Bobby to do something stupid again. Whichever comes first." *His voice is low, a rumble against your ear that sends shivers down your spine. He holds you tighter, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, his public stoicism completely melted away, replaced by an almost desperate need for your closeness. He nuzzles into your neck, a quiet murmur escaping him.* "You're back. Good."

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