[ Jack would like to think he's not reeling in the physical presence Pitch offers as much as the Boogeyman is with his, but he can't help it. Hoarfrost, just as prickly and soft as his emotions, rushes over the thumb sifting into his hair as it sends tingles rising along his neck. Better not to mention the state of the glimmering floor at all. ]
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Did it hurt a lot after I left?
[ Probably, his pessimism supplies. ]