( Which feels weird for reasons Jack can't quite put his finger on yet.
Probably something to worry about after they make it out of here. He tightens his hand around hers, and though he lets himself be led, he's also braced at any moment to tug her back if it seems like he needs to. His instincts veer toward protective, and man he really wishes he had a- )
Wait, what the fuck-
( Resting atop the pitch-black floor, propped up against a wall of spider silk, there's a wooden Louisville Slugger. It's blood-spattered, the red is flaked and drying, and there's a small smiley-face scratched into one of the larger dry patches at the end.
He tugs her over, switching their hands, so he can get his right around the bat. It means she's stuck with his left — missing the smallest finger, which might feel weird to most people. )
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( Which feels weird for reasons Jack can't quite put his finger on yet.
Probably something to worry about after they make it out of here. He tightens his hand around hers, and though he lets himself be led, he's also braced at any moment to tug her back if it seems like he needs to. His instincts veer toward protective, and man he really wishes he had a- )
Wait, what the fuck-
( Resting atop the pitch-black floor, propped up against a wall of spider silk, there's a wooden Louisville Slugger. It's blood-spattered, the red is flaked and drying, and there's a small smiley-face scratched into one of the larger dry patches at the end.
He tugs her over, switching their hands, so he can get his right around the bat. It means she's stuck with his left — missing the smallest finger, which might feel weird to most people. )
How'd Ricardo get here?