[ his eyes hold d'artagnan as he speaks, firm and clear and with that tinge of anger. the command in it, and the consequence, and jack knows d'artagnan isn't a man who speaks anything but what he honestly feels.
for a moment, there's a fear in him, that he'll snap some time, that he'll fuck up again, or that d'artagnan will change his mind a few days from now and tell him never to speak to him again.
the people he has here are all he has, and the thought of losing them, of losing someone so important to him as d'artagnan, it terrifying. ]
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for a moment, there's a fear in him, that he'll snap some time, that he'll fuck up again, or that d'artagnan will change his mind a few days from now and tell him never to speak to him again.
the people he has here are all he has, and the thought of losing them, of losing someone so important to him as d'artagnan, it terrifying. ]
Understood.
[ that only. ]