[Jim's smile is affectionately lopsided. Somehow, along the way, Kyle's learned to trust in that, not being alone. Jim still has no idea how it happened (was it back in that airless room? It seems so long ago now) but it still does him a world of good, to see how far Kyle's come. He brings up their tangled hand and kisses his knuckles carefully.]
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In this mess together, huh?