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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Up close, this close, he could see the bags under Glen's eyes, how dry his lips were. He knew Glen as much as he possibly could, after living and being his attendant (the substitute), and seeing him like this made him want to gather him up in his arms and tell him that everything will be all right.

"I did."

He murmurs, quietly, but with conviction, and he smiles bitterly.

"I'm sorry."

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Ah, it fell into place then. Glen assumed the water had been poisoned first, but then he wouldn't have had those symptoms before he drank the water which only left the candy.

"You poisoned the candy?" he leaned his head into Jack's chest, still feeling too weak to hold himself up. He wished he'd finished the job, that Glen might die and then forget when he came back, or better, not come back-it was all so tiring anyway, living again and again and again. It was so much more worse here. His power was next to meaningless here. There was nothing fun to do, no people to manipulate, no places to go, no love to spend time with. This was hell, and he wanted nothing more than to go home.

"Are you done then? We're even?" He assumed that might be the case considering Jack had given him the antidote.

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Jack cradled him close, kneeling properly, like he didn't want to let Glen go. He just wanted a chance to redeem himself, but - this was Glen. Of course something was bound to go horribly wrong.

"Even for what?" He asked, quietly, curiously, arms still around the other man.

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"Your death," he knew he shouldn't, but he wrapped his arms around him making the mental excuse that he just wasn't feeling well.

It was just nice . . . to be near someone.

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Jack flinched at the embrace but held his ground, and he pressed his forehead against Glen's, comparing temperatures.

"That's okay, silly, I deserved it." He didn't. He knew he didn't, he hadn't done anything wrong - but it was Glen. It was okay if it was him. "Don't worry about it."

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"Then why?" Jack was too close like this so he moved his head to the couch, resting his head on the seat.

Yes, he would need to be nursed back to health.

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"Because - "

Jack can't answer that directly, so he came up to his knees and crawled over, arm curling over Glen's back.

"I'll get you to a room, you can't stay like this."

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"Because why?" He won't go with them until he knows Jack's motives, "If not revenge then what?"

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Jack curled up his hands into fists on his knees, as he sat back on his haunches.

"I - I wanted to take care of you," he admitted, cheeks burning. "If you were sick, I thought - I could."

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"Hmpm, heh-" Glen actually got out a few laughs before he coughed violently. He wasn't angry. It was . . . . flattering, really, endearing, almost.

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Jack immediately went to his side, again, arm around his shoulders, a hand curling gingerly around a sleeve.

"I'm sorry, I really am, you can do anything you want to me - but please, after you get some rest."

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"I'm not angry with you." He tried to stand, but he was leaning back on Jack in seconds.

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Jack caught him instantly, a hand around his waist, pulling Glen's arm over his own shoulder.

"It's okay," he repeated, still thinking Glen was some kind of delirious. "Come on, I'll get you to a bed."

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Glen complied, able to walk much easier with Jill leading the way, "You could have started with dinner, Jack," he was smiling weakly. Jack's affections for him were plain as day.

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Jack looked here and there, searching for an empty room. This one looked good - he toed the door open, helping Glen inside.

"...I can't cook," he admitted, blushing again.

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"I've yet to meet a Jack that could." He fell into the bed easily.

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"You might see him around," he smiled, strained, already working on unlacing Glen's boots and making him as comfortable as possible.

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"Stop that," he wasn't sure if it was pride or what, but he didn't want Jack taking his boots off for him. He sat up and finished the job himself.

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"Glen, lie back - "

Jack held back, though, waiting until he had finished before pushing him down by his shoulders to the pillows.

"Silly, it's okay. Do you think you can keep down anything?"

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"You gave me the antidote, Jack. I'm feeling better already," that was a lie, he just wanted Jill out of his hair. The scene was too familiar. He had been taken care of by Jack when he had gotten sick, and the same when Jack had gotten sick.

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"You should sleep, even for a little bit," he chastised, worry creasing his face. He knew Glen would get better, but he didn't think he'd feel this guilty over it.

Just don't pull an Annie Wilkes, please?

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"I'll sleep," he complied to that, at least. His waistcoat off, he laid back in the bed, wondering for a moment.

"It is your responsibility, Jack, that I recover fully."

For reasons he was unsure of, he complied to Jack's little plan. He would allow the wicked alternate to take care of him. It would settle his restlessness, hopefully.

.........do not want! D:

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Jack bent his head, kneeling beside the bed and lacing his hands on the bedspread.

"I guess it kind of worked, didn't it?" He said, faintly bitter as he raised his head to smile. "I'll do what I can."

Neither does Glen! D:

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Glen did not thank him. This was jack's mess after all.

He closed his eyes, his brow furrowed from the fever. He wanted to make some other crack at him, but could not think straight to do so, and was asleep in minutes.

He'd wake up cranky two hours later.

that's really creepy huhu

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Jack didn't expect any, either - far from it. He'd expected to be hit, or be yelled at, at the very least.

He's still at Glen's side when he wakes, and there's a washcloth on his forehead, to ease the fever.