"That I won't actually leave you." He turns, restless in a way he has never felt before. He wants to move, to run, but not to run anywhere that takes him away from K.
It's the restlessness that has K watching Jesus now, stepping back as if that can ease some of the pressure, can help Jesus feel comfortable staying.
He wishes it didn't. He wishes he knew how to make whatever catches and holds in his chest listen to his thoughts, but he doesn't, so he waits and he watches and he does his best to believe what Jesus is saying over everything else.
Even if K were inclined to be around anyone right now, it would be hard to ask Jesus for anything when he's already working so hard to rein himself in. He waits though, and he gives the question a three count before he answers.
"I will," he promises. He doesn't no when it will be, what he'll have to say, or what it even looks like at this point, but he can promise that much anyway.
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"It's not as though I'd ask you to stay in a contract you didn't feel comfortable in anymore, either."
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He wishes it didn't. He wishes he knew how to make whatever catches and holds in his chest listen to his thoughts, but he doesn't, so he waits and he watches and he does his best to believe what Jesus is saying over everything else.
"Okay," he tries.
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Jesus only paces a little before he steadies himself and looks back at K. "What do you need right now?"
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"I need some time to think," he says, soberly.
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It feels better to say than 'goodbye', though he's aware that might well be what this is. And then he's gone.