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~~~~~~MACGYVER 2016~~~~~~
“How long has it been since you ate something, Jack?”
“M’not hungry.”
Jack’s voice sounded from the far side of his apartment. Flat. Emotionless. Defeated.
A far cry from the anger and intensity of days prior.
Fury welled within Mac at the pain his best friend was in, at the toll his latest mission had exacted.
“Not the question I asked.”
“Leave, Mac.” Pleading now.
“Not gonna happen, big guy,” Mac said softly. He crossed the room and sat on the floor; bag he held rustling as he placed it on the floor.
“Mac…”
“You’re not on your own anymore, Jack,” Mac said gently. “I won’t insist you talk, but if there’s anyone who can understand the horrors you faced hunting Kovac, it’s me.”
“Everything’s too much, and I can’t—I can’t…” His voice broke on a shuddered breath.
“Then you hold onto us until you can,” Mac assured. He opened the bag, pulled out the container and popped the lid. “I do insist you eat, though.”
“Mama’s soup?” Jack asked. “She send some?”
“It is… And, no, she…uh, taught me how to make it.”
Voice hesitant, Jack looked at Mac. “Y’wanna stay?”
“I’ll stay as long as you need.”