[There's a lot he doesn't say - doesn't know how to say anymore. If Mogo was here Kyle would have spent hours in his presence, opening his mind and giving all the terrible things that lived there, letting his brother take his darkness. Mogo put light in dark corners, too, except those corners tended to be within Lanterns rather than in any physical sense of the phrase.]
[But Mogo's not here, and Jim -- Jim is going to leave when he dies, even when he promised he wouldn't. Kyle's halfway in between I will bury him, that's who I am, that's what happens to me and No, I won't, there's still hope, I'll keep fighting. He never quite knows where he is on that sliding scale. With Jim, it's somewhat dangerous in a way Kyle can't really name (Safety, he'll realise, if he thinks about it).]
[He exhales softly. He rarely acts selfishly: he hasn't done it much since getting the ring, for fear of corruption, but he's been more selfish in these two months with Jim than he has been in the past decade and one more... one more won't hurt him. So he pulls away from the hug, just far enough, tilts his head curiously (hope, fear, will) and then kisses Jim, chaste. Exploring.]
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[But Mogo's not here, and Jim -- Jim is going to leave when he dies, even when he promised he wouldn't. Kyle's halfway in between I will bury him, that's who I am, that's what happens to me and No, I won't, there's still hope, I'll keep fighting. He never quite knows where he is on that sliding scale. With Jim, it's somewhat dangerous in a way Kyle can't really name (Safety, he'll realise, if he thinks about it).]
[He exhales softly. He rarely acts selfishly: he hasn't done it much since getting the ring, for fear of corruption, but he's been more selfish in these two months with Jim than he has been in the past decade and one more... one more won't hurt him. So he pulls away from the hug, just far enough, tilts his head curiously (hope, fear, will) and then kisses Jim, chaste. Exploring.]