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[jack_inthegreen]

Jack sits in one of the chairs by the fireplace, singing to his daughter in a language long gone. The words would seem familiar, though: all lullabies, are their core, are about the same thing.

Love you, precious child. Love you.

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[jack_inthegreen]

"Yes," Jack murmurs, "you are, my sweetest thing." He looks at Gil.

"She's very enthused about the idea, I think."

[gris_bug_man]

"So be it." He lets Georgia take his finger again.

"Love is a precious gift."

[jack_inthegreen]

"So precious, and there's not enough of it in the world." He coos to Georgia, "And that's what you will bring, my love, isn't it, remind people that our hearts are precious treasures and must be treated gently."

[gris_bug_man]

"What better gift could there be?"

Georgia wriggles again, delighting in their adoration. Love love love love love!