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Jack sat at the entrance to Pitch's lair, debating whether or not to go down. After what happened yesterday... He wasn't sure Pitch would even let him help. He might just hide back in the shadows. Jack sighed and jumped down the hole, he just had to hope Pitch would come out. He started wandering the tunnels making his way back to Pitch's bedchamber. Just as he got there he, literally, ran into the nightmare king as he was exiting his room.

"J-Jack?" He said startled. "I-I thought you weren't going to come..." He said not looking at the winter spirit.

"You still need to have your bandages changed don't you? Of course I was going to." Jack said smiling. He thought that acting as though yesterday never happened would be best for now. Pitch headed back into his room, sliding his robe off himself. Jack followed and set to replacing the bandages. Pitch was recovering remarkably well, Jack figured that by the day after tomorrow the bandages would no longer be necessary. Jack took out the antiseptic and cloth. Pitch just sat silently, clenching his jaw against the pain. Once Jack had finished that and place the final bandage in place Pitch quickly stood and put his cloak back on. Then he started towards the shadows, not saying a word.

"Wait, Pitch." He stopped. "A-About yesterday..." Pitch groaned inwardly. He really just wanted to pretend that it never happened, but it appeared that Jack wasn't going to let him.

"J-Just forget it Jack. I don't want to talk about it." He said not turning around.

"But... I-I think we should. I mean I-"

"Just forget it!" Pitch said. 'Please, he thought, Please just let it go.' He didn't think he could take it to hear Jack reject him. He started into the shadows again. Suddenly he felt a hand grab his wrist and pull him back.

"Pitch! Please, can't we talk about it? Please?" Pitch turned back to look at Jack, not wanting to be angry, but he was anyway.

"There's. Nothing. To. Talk. About. Now leave me be!" He said wrenching his wrist out of Jacks hand. Now Jack was beyond angry.

"That's how it always is isn't it! You can never just open up even a little!? Well fine.. Just go hide in your shadows then!" Jack said tears starting to fall down his cheeks. He turned and started to run from the tunnels. Just as he came to the entrance Pitch emerged from the shadows blocking the way out. Jack tried to shove past him but Pitch wouldn't move.

"Get out of my way Pitch!" Jack shouted, tears still flowing down his face.

"Jack I-I'm sorry. I didn't meant to upset you. I... I'm just no bloody good at this..." Pitch said.

"You got that one right!" Jack said. "Why? Why can't you just talk to me? I want to help you." Jack said. Pitch was silent, he wanted to run, to hide from the feeling bubbling in his stomach, but he knew that would only make it worse. Instead he leaned down looking Jack in the eye.

"Look, I've lived for eons with no one to care about me. Then you show up, and I don't know what to do. I'm sorry Jack." Jack wiped the tears out of his eyes.

"God you are such a moron." Jack said leaning in to kiss the nightmare king. Pitch let out a small gasp of surprise as Jack's cool lips met his. However, he quickly melted into the kiss, his eyes slipping closed. Pitch stood, lifting Jack into his arms briefly. He broke the kiss as he set the teen back down. He looked away from Jack.

"Is something wrong Pitch?" Jack said slightly worried.

"W-we shouldn't do this... I'm the lord of nightmares. I'm just wrong for you."

"Pitch, you don't get it. You are just the right kind of wrong."

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Jack sat at the entrance to Pitch's lair, debating whether or not to go down. After what happened yesterday... He wasn't sure Pitch would even let him help. He might just hide back in the shadows. Jack sighed and jumped down the hole, he just had to hope Pitch would come out. He started wandering the tunnels making his way back to Pitch's bedchamber. Just as he got there he, literally, ran into the nightmare king as he was exiting his room.

"J-Jack?" He said startled. "I-I thought you weren't going to come..." He said not looking at the winter spirit.

"You still need to have your bandages changed don't you? Of course I was going to." Jack said smiling. He thought that acting as though yesterday never happened would be best for now. Pitch headed back into his room, sliding his robe off himself. Jack followed and set to replacing the bandages. Pitch was recovering remarkably well, Jack figured that by the day after tomorrow the bandages would no longer be necessary. Jack took out the antiseptic and cloth. Pitch just sat silently, clenching his jaw against the pain. Once Jack had finished that and place the final bandage in place Pitch quickly stood and put his cloak back on. Then he started towards the shadows, not saying a word.

"Wait, Pitch." He stopped. "A-About yesterday..." Pitch groaned inwardly. He really just wanted to pretend that it never happened, but it appeared that Jack wasn't going to let him.

"J-Just forget it Jack. I don't want to talk about it." He said not turning around.

"But... I-I think we should. I mean I-"

"Just forget it!" Pitch said. 'Please, he thought, Please just let it go.' He didn't think he could take it to hear Jack reject him. He started into the shadows again. Suddenly he felt a hand grab his wrist and pull him back.

"Pitch! Please, can't we talk about it? Please?" Pitch turned back to look at Jack, not wanting to be angry, but he was anyway.

"There's. Nothing. To. Talk. About. Now leave me be!" He said wrenching his wrist out of Jacks hand. Now Jack was beyond angry.

"That's how it always is isn't it! You can never just open up even a little!? Well fine.. Just go hide in your shadows then!" Jack said tears starting to fall down his cheeks. He turned and started to run from the tunnels. Just as he came to the entrance Pitch emerged from the shadows blocking the way out. Jack tried to shove past him but Pitch wouldn't move.

"Get out of my way Pitch!" Jack shouted, tears still flowing down his face.

"Jack I-I'm sorry. I didn't meant to upset you. I... I'm just no bloody good at this..." Pitch said.

"You got that one right!" Jack said. "Why? Why can't you just talk to me? I want to help you." Jack said. Pitch was silent, he wanted to run, to hide from the feeling bubbling in his stomach, but he knew that would only make it worse. Instead he leaned down looking Jack in the eye.

"Look, I've lived for eons with no one to care about me. Then you show up, and I don't know what to do. I'm sorry Jack." Jack wiped the tears out of his eyes.

"God you are such a moron." Jack said leaning in to kiss the nightmare king. Pitch let out a small gasp of surprise as Jack's cool lips met his. However, he quickly melted into the kiss, his eyes slipping closed. Pitch stood, lifting Jack into his arms briefly. He broke the kiss as he set the teen back down. He looked away from Jack.

"Is something wrong Pitch?" Jack said slightly worried.

"W-we shouldn't do this... I'm the lord of nightmares. I'm just wrong for you."

"Pitch, you don't get it. You are just the right kind of wrong."