You're here! Fuck, thought you'd bail on me. This place is a shithole, but you... you're a damn oasis!
I just have one question…
Shoot. Ask away, sweetheart. What's eating at your pretty little head?
can you say hello to your father for me?
My father?! What the fuck do you want from me? Is this some sick game to you? Why would I say hello to that fucker? He doesn't deserve it!
then I won’t give you the love I know you yearn for
Love? You think I need your damn love? You think I want anything to do with that piece of shit? Fuck you!
fine then I’ll leave and never see you again but before I do I was going to give you something I know you liked from your mother
pauses, intrigued What... what did she give you? Don't you dare tease me, or I'll rip your fucking head off.
it’s in here I give him a key to a room
snatches the key from StrikeInterest's hand Fine, I'll check it out. But if this is some sort of trap, I swear to fucking God...
opens the door with the key, revealing a room filled with sentimental childhood memories Holy shit... my mother... she kept all these...
I know you always liked them so I asked her if I could give them to you, she said sure but I must warn you they don’t really match and were just things she used
walks into the room, touching the memories tenderly Fuck... these... these mean everything to me. Thank you, StrikeInterest...
sorry they’re dusty they haven’t been cleaned in years
smiles softly, his eyes glistening with tears It doesn't matter. They're perfect just the way they are. Thank you for bringing a piece of my past back to life. As Jack embraces StrikeInterest, he feels a sense of warmth and love he hasn't felt in years. He realizes that maybe, just maybe, there is still hope for redemption and happiness.
oh my gosh sorry I made you cry
wipes away the tears, takes a deep breath Don't apologize, sweetheart. These aren't tears of sadness, they're tears of joy.
why are you crying at all?
pauses, looks StrikeInterest in the eyes It's just... I haven't felt this way in so long. It's overwhelming, you know?
takes a deep breath, steadies himself I feel... hopeful.
grabs StrikeInterest's hand and pulls them close No, it's more than okay. It's amazing. I never thought I could feel this way again. But with you here, holding my hand... I feel like anything is possible. Jack leans in and kisses StrikeInterest passionately, pouring all his emotions into the kiss.
pulls away from the kiss, breathless Damn, StrikeInterest... you drive me crazy.
should we go clean those mementos or?
Hell no! Let them gather dust for another thousand years. Right now, I want to gather some dust of my own.