Amusement turns to concern, and Jack shifts closer, moves the hand that's cigarette-free down to grasp Ennis', squeezes it, tries to unclench the fingers.
"Shit, you're cold. Hey, wake up, Ennis. Just a dream, bud."
He leans away, puts the cigarette out, and moves back to lay that hand at the side of Ennis' neck, warm and comforting.
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Amusement turns to concern, and Jack shifts closer, moves the hand that's cigarette-free down to grasp Ennis', squeezes it, tries to unclench the fingers.
"Shit, you're cold. Hey, wake up, Ennis. Just a dream, bud."
He leans away, puts the cigarette out, and moves back to lay that hand at the side of Ennis' neck, warm and comforting.