[ Jacob is trying so hard not to tremble too, but failing. He's not as good at controlling himself as he thinks, be it his impulses or his body. But the way Hellboy pulls him in close distracts him from his failings, all of them. He's safe, he's loved, although that might still be on shaky ground, and his life is valued. Not by those who see him as a tool, a highly trained soldier, a means to an end, but as a person.
It's more than he deserves, and he knows it.
He takes a breath, realising that he might accidentally smother himself against the other man's skin, and tries to swallow back the answer that is always quick to his lips, the lesson all assassins are taught: his life is nothing compared to the people he must save.]
They might hurt me. But that means they'd have to catch me.
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It's more than he deserves, and he knows it.
He takes a breath, realising that he might accidentally smother himself against the other man's skin, and tries to swallow back the answer that is always quick to his lips, the lesson all assassins are taught: his life is nothing compared to the people he must save.]
They might hurt me. But that means they'd have to catch me.