If there's one thing Jack hates, it's letting his mind dwell on things he can't do nothin' about, and he knows Ennis dwells, so he grasps Ennis' waist, leans their foreheads together.
"Forget about it," he says, quiet. "It don't mean nothin', Ennis."
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Date: 2006-04-12 06:15 pm (UTC)"Forget about it," he says, quiet. "It don't mean nothin', Ennis."
None of it means anything, except this.
This is everything.