*grows more and more still as you tell on, to where he's hardly breathing by the time the last whisper passes your lips, and he thinks his blood might be a little frozen up, too* *had to tear his gaze from your face when your voice started to crack, because he feels like he's staring straight into the center of something that hurts so badly, to look directly at it would be a violation in itself*
*is reminded, too, of how much you've seen, between this world and the last one—maybe it's no wonder there are such horrifying things lurking in your sleep* *bites the inside of his cheek hard, feeling as wretchedly helpless as he ever has* *very softly* Oh, Jackie, that's... horrible.