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Jack had found it easier to work late into the night rather than risk the memories that inevitably lay in wait. Tackling anything and everything until finally, his mind didn’t have room for anything else, and he could fall into a dreamless sleep. Getting just enough rest to get him through the next day. It was different now. Better one way and yet not in another. He had someone again. Jack had Rhys, and he helped far more than he hurt. And the hurt, well, that was mainly on Jack, stemming from the knowledge he had someone he could not lose. Not when he had already lost so much.