[The fingers curled around her cinch tighter for a beat, the only physical manifestation of that aching pang of longing coiling hatefully around his ribs. Like stirred silt rising to the surface he remembers the Nesting Deck, his only constant source of immediate comfort - its glossed, sleek lines and the angles of Jessica Jone's slumbering features where she must be waiting for the rest of her brood.
He remembers Cathaway, a pain so acute that his eyes would feel raw in an instant if he didn't pinch them shut, cut short a moment later with every ounce of self-control he possesses.]
Soon. [Spoken out loud to keep the thoughts within his skull contained.]
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He remembers Cathaway, a pain so acute that his eyes would feel raw in an instant if he didn't pinch them shut, cut short a moment later with every ounce of self-control he possesses.]
Soon. [Spoken out loud to keep the thoughts within his skull contained.]