[Jon sees some movement and, honestly. Honestly it's hard to make out. All seeing eye and he can't fucking focus to save his life.
Jon pushes himself upright, ignoring the pricks of pain along his back and gets his glasses with his free hand. If he were a better man, he'd offer the right words. If he were a softer person, he'd hold him. As it is, Jon is neither, and he feels clumsy sitting here, holding this man's hand while laid up in a hospital bed and not able to do a damn thing.]
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Date: 2020-08-09 02:57 am (UTC)Jon pushes himself upright, ignoring the pricks of pain along his back and gets his glasses with his free hand. If he were a better man, he'd offer the right words. If he were a softer person, he'd hold him. As it is, Jon is neither, and he feels clumsy sitting here, holding this man's hand while laid up in a hospital bed and not able to do a damn thing.]
...I suppose so.