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"Jack?" Mark spoke softly, breaking the silence that had been plaguing them for over ten minutes.

"Yeah?" The Irishman replied almost silently, exhaustion taking over him after a long day.

"Are you. . ." Mark's chocolate gaze shifted toward the other longingly, "are you distancing yourself because you don't want us to be caught?"

Again with the silence.

"Jack?" He called out once again with a beseeching tone.

Perhaps he fell asleep?

Or maybe he's pretending so that he doesn't have to answer. . .

Because maybe, just maybe. . .

The answer is no. . .

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