“Shut yer yap.” He snaps, resting against his best friend. His breathing is slow, words a little hard to come by. And that was saying a LOT.
“S’not your fault. I had enough of this place. The murky water, the broken electrical wires. Krimson dicks around every corner.. shh. Let’s just sit here and rest, okay?” he leans up to give the other a kiss to his jaw.
“From here on out. It’s just you, and me. We’ll be okay. We always have, right?”
“….yeah.”
Jak barely nodded, still trembling a little from all this. He didn’t even know what had him shaking, he just knew that he was doing everything he could to keep Daxter from knowing about it. He pulled his friend close, as if afraid that the second he loosened his hold something would rip him away.
