Jack wants to believe that making Oliver better was just so easy as that, but the Pandora's box analogy is accurate and the winter teen has gotten himself more entangled in this than (he should have) he had the right to be. So he steels himself, shakes his head, keeps his voice soft.
"I know it feels like it's easier to be alone, Oliver. But I'm here and I'm not leaving." Putting the blame on Jack himself, rather than restating Oliver's inability to leave. He notes the quick and shallow breaths, the tight clench of his hands in the blanket's material.
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Jack wants to believe that making Oliver better was just so easy as that, but the Pandora's box analogy is accurate and the winter teen has gotten himself more entangled in this than (he should have) he had the right to be. So he steels himself, shakes his head, keeps his voice soft.
"I know it feels like it's easier to be alone, Oliver. But I'm here and I'm not leaving." Putting the blame on Jack himself, rather than restating Oliver's inability to leave. He notes the quick and shallow breaths, the tight clench of his hands in the blanket's material.
"So please... tell me. Why are you afraid?"