[In retrospect, it wasn't a good way to blurt out that information. It took a few moments of mentally kicking himself in the backside to finally get something out instead of just standing here gawking with Jack shoved against a tree and on the verge of a breakdown. But in the end he had listened, and it gave Eugene the kickstart he needed to move forward.
He tugged Jack closer into a proper embrace, rubbing his cheek against the short, scruffy hair at the side of Jack's head. Tense and bowed like that was no way to be when he'd just been proposed to.]
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He tugged Jack closer into a proper embrace, rubbing his cheek against the short, scruffy hair at the side of Jack's head. Tense and bowed like that was no way to be when he'd just been proposed to.]
What is it, Jack?