[hearing jet breathe out like that makes klaus feel even worse. he hadn't wanted to make him uncomfortable or give the guy any reason to distrust him, but he also didn't want to watch him skin his own arm for no goddamn reason. especially when he knows trying to get rid of the words doesn't work.
the moths won't bite, for whatever that's worth? and as he tentatively moves his hand closer, they dart across jet's arm, slowly but surely healing the torn skin, leaving warmth in their wake.]
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the moths won't bite, for whatever that's worth? and as he tentatively moves his hand closer, they dart across jet's arm, slowly but surely healing the torn skin, leaving warmth in their wake.]
What do you mean?