Once Kavinsky's hand is there, Jack threads their fingers together and squeezes his hand.
"I'm sorry I'm never going to be quite what you want me to be, sweetheart," he says, softly.
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Once Kavinsky's hand is there, Jack threads their fingers together and squeezes his hand.
"I'm sorry I'm never going to be quite what you want me to be, sweetheart," he says, softly.