The two of them stood face to face for the first time in six months.
Jack stared deep into Ben's eyes, fury boiling within him. "I'm going to kill you," he said, his voice barely level. Ben smiled. "I know."
Fighting was no longer an option. The one hundred days of agony and deceit and horror, coupled with the three years of torture and regret, mixed with months of indecision and ache were forgotten as all of the anger Jack felt washed away. He lunged for Ben and held him close.
"Ben," he whispered.
"Jack?"
"I can't form the words."
Ben smiled. Damn his smile.
"I don't need you to. I've always known."