He was starting to spit out blood and it spilled down his chin. He was gripping onto Bobby and he was gasping for air. He was dying and his last words were for Bobby, words he wanted to confess under other circumstances. "Bobby."
"You little fairy, stay with me!" Bobby sobbed.
"Bobby, listen to me." Jack gasped between breaths. "I've always loved you."
"Yeah, me too."
He wasn't sure how he managed to laugh but he did. "I didn't mean it that way."
Bobby wasn't sure what Jack meant but he didn't have a lot of time to think about it. The look in Jack's eyes gave him the answer and he smiled. "Me too, Jack. I love you. Ever since you were that scrawny little brat, I loved you."
The edge of Jack's lips lifted and in the distance they heard the ambulance. Jack stopped shaking, he stopped moving all together and Bobby lay beside him. So still that his brothers might've thought he was dead too. He was, just on the inside.