[ When Jacob climbs carefully off the table, Hellboy feels a moment of undefined remorse, mostly about the way the younger man has to move like he's not sure of his feet. It's not often that he has cause to regret his size or the accommodations others have to make around him, but he feels it in the way Jacob's thighs tremble.
Jacob's words sink into him, making him feel tired and old, like he's taken advantage of something he doesn't really understand. But he can't stop himself reaching out, beckoning Jacob closer and smoothing his flesh and blood hand down the cold fabric hanging over the small of his back. ]
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Jacob's words sink into him, making him feel tired and old, like he's taken advantage of something he doesn't really understand. But he can't stop himself reaching out, beckoning Jacob closer and smoothing his flesh and blood hand down the cold fabric hanging over the small of his back. ]
Guess we're both kind of messed up, huh?