A box cutter, [Jaime repeats, feeling like an idiot as he does so, but he can't force any more words out, not right now. His tongue feels dead and heavy at the bottom of his mouth just thinking about it, thinking about what would have happened had Minato and Akihiko not been more observant than him.
A box cutter. Jesus. Come on, he tells himself. Get it together. He can be horrified later, he tells himself, when Ken's not sitting right in front of him looking like he wants, more than anything, to disappear into the couch. Ken had chosen to be honest enough with him to tell him, and Jaime can't just squander that, no matter how overwhelming this information is. He runs one hand through his hair and pushes it back, feet drumming anxiously against the floor before he pushes himself to his feet and crosses the distance between them. He can't sit down for this.]
Ken, I'm... [He pauses, clears his throat, aware of how thick his voice sounded for a second.] I'm so glad they found you. But what -- did something change, or were you feeling like this all along? This bad?
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A box cutter. Jesus. Come on, he tells himself. Get it together. He can be horrified later, he tells himself, when Ken's not sitting right in front of him looking like he wants, more than anything, to disappear into the couch. Ken had chosen to be honest enough with him to tell him, and Jaime can't just squander that, no matter how overwhelming this information is. He runs one hand through his hair and pushes it back, feet drumming anxiously against the floor before he pushes himself to his feet and crosses the distance between them. He can't sit down for this.]
Ken, I'm... [He pauses, clears his throat, aware of how thick his voice sounded for a second.] I'm so glad they found you. But what -- did something change, or were you feeling like this all along? This bad?