EITHER “i burn for you.” OR “it is you i cannot sacrifice.” FROM JACK
i burn for you.
the papers ( piles of scattered letters, open books that were carefully marked, handwritten scraps with drawings that became more and more harried ) were spread around jonathan, each pile a chaotic mess that seemed to perfectly match the state of his thoughts. the doctor sat amongst them, his hand outstretched to shift one paper to another pile, when jack spoke. jonathan’s hand stilled, and he blinked --- a delighted flush crept into his cheeks, a delicious warmth under his skin.
“you’ve thoroughly distracted me.” a false complaint, really. yes, jonathan had been intent to go through his notes again that morning, but no, he was far from pressed about the steady way jack watched him now. i want life, jonathan had said; jack answered in a hundred ways. “ --- thoroughly,” he reiterated, his smile growing. instead of reaching for another paper leading to another thought he had gone over countless times, he reached for jack’s hand. brought the man’s knuckles to his lips. “it’s truly a good thing i didn’t meet you while i was in school. i never would have gotten any work done.”
