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The overwhelming panic that filled Jaime as he watched his best friend fall apart as soon as waking from his sleep had no comparison. All he could bring himself to do immediately after was wrap his arms around the smaller, holding him cautiously and gently against his chest. His hand slowly tapped a tattoo on his back, attempting to sooth the other with its timid rhythm. When the sobs began to shake Bart's shoulder, Jaime promptly stopped his tapping and instead opted for rubbing slow, calming circles over his back.
For once, the Scarab knew to keep quiet. Perhaps it understood that this was something humans knew how to communicate to each other, but Jaime didn't question it. He simply allowed himself to be an anchor for Bart.
He brushed a gentle kiss to Bart's eyebrow, tracing his thumb gently over the curve of his face. "I can absolutely stay, alright? Don't you eve worry about it." He pressed another soft kiss to Bart's cheek, lingering there. "You won't be alone, I'm right here, alright? Right here, safe, with you. You're safe, you're here. There's no overlords ruling over us. We're free--I'm not on mode, I'm here, completely in control of my actions and good."
