Heh... The epic happy continues. Live it up while you can, my devoted fans. Live it up while you can.
Nothing else existed. Nothing else ever had, or ever would. It was just the two of them, standing together in the midst of a great, meaningless world. Jack and Will. Will and Jack. Together.
Jack had apparently given up trying to speak. He just stood there, letting his forehead rest against the other man's chest. Will found it extraordinarily odd, holding Jack that way. In his dreams, he had always been within Jack's arms, not the other way around. Jack had always been so strong, so much more sure of himself.
But not now. Jack was lost. He knew that something was wrong. He just wasn't quite sure what that was. He was frightened, and confused, and he had been alone, so very alone. Just like Will had felt, after the captain left. He was going through the same thing that Will had. Hopefully, he'd manage to come to the same conclusion.
He felt Jack's manicured fingers flex against his chest. He'd finally thought of something to say. Will couldn't help but smile. Things were going much better this time around.
"Will?" The captain muttered, almost meekly. He wasn't irritated for once, and without the irritation, there wasn't much left over.
"Yes, Jack?" Will stroked the man's dark locks, practically cradling his head against him.
"I don't know… I mean, I'm not sure… Exactly what it is… That I'm feeling." The man mumbled. "I feel that I should feel something, but I have no idea what that feeling should feel like."
Will laughed quietly. It wasn't exactly up to snuff with his "good luck/bad luck" ramble, but it was quite a bit better than being shot.
"That's alright, Jack. You don't need to feel anything right this very moment. I'll still be here, when you figure it out."
Jack looked up at him, his expression closer to what it had been since making the deal. It was a little angry, a little worried, and a lot confused.
"Really now? And what makes you think that I'm going to want anything to do with you after what you just did?"
Will smiled, sliding his hand down the side of the pirate's face, fingertips ghosting over the familiar gaunt curves and sending a shudder down the man's spine.
"You haven't pulled away yet." Will whispered, running his thumb over Jack's parted lips. "And you really don't appear to be too terribly disgusted by all this."
Jack shuddered again as Will's hand slid down his back, pulling the two of them even closer together. His fingers slid into the fabric of Will's shirt, holding onto it with the same kind of grip they had once used upon countless bottles of rum.
"What do you say we make the crew happy, eh Captain?"
Jack flushed, just a little.
"'kay…" He whispered, almost saying nothing at all.
Will smiled, then leaned down and captured his captain's lips once again.