John frowns for a moment, confused. He understands that he doesn't want to...? Oh, hell.
Taking two swift steps forward, John closes the distance between the pair of them and places a hand on Jim's shoulder. Careful not to be too intimate in the touch, for of course he has no right to that, but it isn't like that, and he does need Jim to understand.
"James," he says softly, squeezing his hand in the effort to coax the other man to look at him. "You will do no such thing. I would like to know that the pair of you are comfortable in my company, and that our friendship not cause any rift in your relationship together. But of course I should like to see you again. You are, and ever have been, my very dear friend."
Jim nearly startles out of his skin when John steps closer, then reaches out to touch him. He doesn't mind, obviously, he doesn't even flinch-- he just wasn't expecting John to even want to be near him, let alone touch him with that kind of familiarity.
Then the other man talks, and Jim can practically feel that painful tension that was coiling in him unfurl like a wave, washing out of him with an audible breath.
"I am," he mutters, wide-eyed. "I am? I mean, you're... you are, too. My friend. I thought... I thought you'd be mad at me."
Oh, screw careful. With a shuddered sigh, he pulls John into a hug, relief practically making him shake. "Thank you."
The hug does surprise John more than slightly, but he's grateful for it nevertheless. Raising his arms, he moves to wrap them around the other man in turn, tucking his head into Jim's shoulder and letting out a soft breath before shaking his head in reply to the other man's words.
"Not mad," he reassures gently. "I do understand why you had to tell her. I understand why you felt you could not hide such a thing from a person you cared for any longer. Believe me, my friend, I -- I know how it feels, to have a secret that eats away at you inside. I just..." He squeezes his arms around the other man gently, attempting to be reassuring, hoping that he will understand.
"I -- need time. To adjust. To the idea of... Sharing in this. It is not something I had thought that I could, you understand. The only reason I have shared such a thing with you is the fact that we have been together. And it is not because I do not trust you, but it is because it has been the way of things. The only way I've known."
Jim pulls back, nodding. "I understand," he says. "I do, really. I get that it's a crime where you're from, and it's dangerous for you. And it's terrible that you've had to live your life like that, but I..."
He sighs, giving John's arms a squeeze before letting go of him again. "I hope you'll find another way to live, here. Even if it's just for a little while."
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Taking two swift steps forward, John closes the distance between the pair of them and places a hand on Jim's shoulder. Careful not to be too intimate in the touch, for of course he has no right to that, but it isn't like that, and he does need Jim to understand.
"James," he says softly, squeezing his hand in the effort to coax the other man to look at him. "You will do no such thing. I would like to know that the pair of you are comfortable in my company, and that our friendship not cause any rift in your relationship together. But of course I should like to see you again. You are, and ever have been, my very dear friend."
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Then the other man talks, and Jim can practically feel that painful tension that was coiling in him unfurl like a wave, washing out of him with an audible breath.
"I am," he mutters, wide-eyed. "I am? I mean, you're... you are, too. My friend. I thought... I thought you'd be mad at me."
Oh, screw careful. With a shuddered sigh, he pulls John into a hug, relief practically making him shake. "Thank you."
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"Not mad," he reassures gently. "I do understand why you had to tell her. I understand why you felt you could not hide such a thing from a person you cared for any longer. Believe me, my friend, I -- I know how it feels, to have a secret that eats away at you inside. I just..." He squeezes his arms around the other man gently, attempting to be reassuring, hoping that he will understand.
"I -- need time. To adjust. To the idea of... Sharing in this. It is not something I had thought that I could, you understand. The only reason I have shared such a thing with you is the fact that we have been together. And it is not because I do not trust you, but it is because it has been the way of things. The only way I've known."
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He sighs, giving John's arms a squeeze before letting go of him again. "I hope you'll find another way to live, here. Even if it's just for a little while."