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[nothinglikefather]

[ He remembers, he remembers the sadness in those big burning eyes when Hellboy had spoken of it before and now he sees it again, and it makes his heart ache. Even more so when Hellboy suggests he can't give Jacob what he wants. He forces himself up and off the table, wobbling slightly as he comes over to the chair, pausing to pick up his discarded shirt and slipping it on, to keep a little bit of the chill off.]

Can I tell you something? I'm jealous. That you had something... someone like that.

[ He hovers, not sure if Hellboy wants him close again, but wanting to be close to him. He needs it, more than he wants to admit out loud.]

I've never had someone that loved me like that. Sometimes it's nice to... pretend.

[redrighthanded]

[ 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. ]

Guess we're both kind of messed up, huh?

[nothinglikefather]

[Jacob doesn't resist the hand that pulls him in, resting on his back in a way that soothes some of the tension out of him as he moves in close. He's sore, but never regrets the sex they have, just basks in the warmth it leaves behind in him. And over the backs of his legs. But that makes him smile, and his fingers move to stroke through the dark hair at the nape of Hellboy's neck. ]

Just a bit. But I think all the best people are.

[redrighthanded]

[ Hellboy's seeking fingertips find the hem of that shirt, lifting it up a little so he can stroke gently over Jacob's ass, the warm rise and fall of muscle and damp skin, and down to the back of his thigh. His gaze rests on the younger man's face, wondering at the source of his smile. ]

You wanna get cleaned up? We can go in the shower together. Save water.

[nothinglikefather]

[The hand that strays across his skin feels so warm against his skin, so supportive that it's tempting just to relax into the grasp completely. His legs are still wobbly, and without Hellboy keeping him steady, he probably would have swayed even more]

I'd like that. You're gonna have to hold me up.