trick or treat

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So of course, here's Jack, meandering down the corridors with a bowl of sweet candies in arm; every now and then he'd reach in blindly for one and eat it.

"Mister Ja~ack," he sings, apparently looking for that one Contractor counterpart of his - but he's just passing the music rooms here and then, perhaps looking to catch a certain someone.

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It was difficult for Glen to cross so quickly, but he managed, and pulled Jack's left arm high behind his back. Glen wrapped the other around Jack's body, sliding to the front to hold his chin up. He kissed the back of his neck once before whispering, "Did I say you could leave, Jack? You, after all, did say earlier that you clean up your own messes, did you not?" There was no malice, but there was no affection either. Glen did not want to show affection, even if it may have been tugging in the back of his mind to set Jack straight.

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He was the same that way, too. Jack had learnt to be pliant, when Glen started touching him like this, tone similarly blank.

He instantly held still, breathing hard and terrified, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up at the touch. He was waiting for him to say 'Lacie' any time now, and he wished he'd stop trembling. Glen never liked it when he shook.

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Perhaps the Jack glen is familiar does not do this, however.

Glen turns him, unsteadily, his brow knit in worry, "You're trembling, Jack." And suddenly Glen wants to hold him, because he is sure he made him this way. He regretted killing him the moment he realized he had died but he . . . he had never admitted to it, "I'm not going to hurt you, Jack."

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Jack doesn't look at him, can't look at him, so he stares at his buttons instead.

"It's - it's okay," he said, quietly, hands white and pale. "I won't make any noise. It's okay."

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"You're not listening to me," Glen doesn't want to be worried, but he hates seeing Jack so frightened, even this Jack.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I have no intention of harming you. I was-I had no right to purposefully goad you like that, and I apologize. I shouldn't have." It was practically a one-eighty, and Glen was sure he'd regret it in the morning, but right now he saw Jack, trembling, white-knuckled, and frighteningly obedient Jack.

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"It's okay," Jack only repeated, shaking his head. "You don't have to - say those things to make me feel better, I'm - I'm used to it."

He lifts his gaze, and smooths out Glen's shirt, fingers steadying a little. "I'm sorry for yelling. You should go lie back down, this can't be healthy for you."

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Glen feels like he has been here before, "Jack-hush."

He takes Jack's hands in his and pulls them down to rest at his side, "Who is this about? Him? Or Me?"

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"I don't see why that matters, Glen," he answered, defeated. "Please go back to bed, you might strain yourself."

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"We've been here before, Jack," but he did not argue and let Jack go. He would only chase so far. It was up to Jack to accept his kindness.

In bed, he spoke softly, "You tire me; you may leave."

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"I'm afraid it's the only place we can be," Jack murmured, dipping his head down and taking Glen's hand to brush a kiss across his knuckles.

"I'll be outside; call for me if you need assistance." He smiled, again, genuinely - if not a little sadly. "Good night, Glen."

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"Do not wait outside. Go to your quarters. We're finished here." Glen felt shot down and wasn't taking it well. He had done a great deal in actually apologizing to Jack for his behavior, and this was the thanks he received?

He did not look at Jack again, pretending to be fascinated at a painting on the wall of a Grecian landscape.

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"I - "

Jack backed away, carefully, bowing low. Oh, god, he was in trouble, he had to bolt. He'd probably have to watch his step the next couple of days or so, he had to figure out what he did wrong in the first place. "I'm sorry. I won't trouble you again."

And he quickly turned around - some part of him hoped that Glen would stop him, ask him to stay, anything - but the man's word was his personal law. The door will silently close behind him, then.