->Arrow

"Seriously, man, what took you so long?"

Jim spoke, his voice harsh in his throat, "I thought I was dead."

"What?" Blair's smile died.

"I-I mean—you. I—we thought—we thought you were dead," Jim stammered.

Oh *jim*. The fact that that was the first thing that came out of his mouth, the idea that if the river hadn't have carried him to Blair he just would have kept going until, one way or another it *did*.


Sandburg's voice, uneven and thick. Jim reached up and took Blair's hand, pressed his mouth against the palm, then brought it up to cover his eyes.

This was probably the most vivid physical description in the story. I could imagine the feel of Jim's lips on Blair's palm and the wetness seeping through his eyelids onto Blair's dry skin.

Blair deserved to be fucking cherished, and he couldn't understand why no one was getting on the job.

I just found this whole thing so beautiful, I really enjoyed it.