I am only as good as you want me to be

Jay can’t remember a time someone hugged him like this. Something about similar tragedies carving out people in different ways. Jay has always been wary of touch, sometimes still panicking at the thought of it. Jon, Jon grips onto people like they will slip out and disappear from the world the second he stops touching them. He acts a little extra, physically makes his mark just to make sure he’s not forgotten.“You were just down the block,” Jay comments, noticing the lack of distance between his apartment and the location Jon had sent him. Jay is an observer first, second nature to his journalistic tendencies. His eyes narrow at the site of the police cars surrounding the building. He’s just not sure whether to question it yet.Jon takes his head out of the place in Jay’s neck where he’s burrowed it, and teases his fingers over Jay’s lips. Jay’s eyes are forced back onto Jon’s. “Can I kiss you?” orJon is late to a date bc of a save gone wrong & needs some extra validation from his boyfriend. Jay tries to open up.