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Sitting curled against the hayloft, DiJon cried softly into his hand, the other slowly twisting and pulling his blonde hair. He looked out the window, hiccupping before finally kicking his feet against the wood floor... Roofing? It wasn't important. His wails got louder, finally outright pulling on his hair and sobbing to the open night air. He didn't... Understand. That's what this was about. He didn't understand why he was the way he is. No doctor did, no sheriff, nobody.
Through his tears, he didn't hear the sound of the barn door being opened, and heavy footsteps down below. His eyes did however trail over as the ladder to the loft was stepped on. Jak poked his head up, grunting as he brought himself to the top, leaning on the ledge.
"Ya' know, I can hear you all the way from Timbuktu." He chuckled. "Was passing by and heard ya'."
DiJon sniffled, shaking his head at Jak and looking away, kicking his heel against the wood once more. The drunk sighed, watching the Shepard with a bored face that went to a frown.
"What's got you upset, pumpkin?" He finally brought himself onto the hayloft, looking at the blonde with curiosity. "Takes a lot for you to cry, I know that much. What's got you sticken?"
He couldn't handle his voice now. Not right now. DiJon slowly shouted a yell, hitting himself harder and covering his ears, rolling to his side and trying to shield himself. Everything was too much. Way too much. He didn't want Jak to see this, see this weak and sensitive part of him. It wasn't fair. This wasn't fair.
Jak frowned, finally noticing the similarities to the time DiJon had the same thing in the saloon a few months back. Hence why the little sheep didn't like to roam that far.
"Aw shucks pumpkin..." Jak sighed, scratching the back of his neck.
He looked around, finally grabbing the blanket nearby and gently laying it on DiJon. He flinched, but only for a moment, laying still to his own cries and feet rubbing together. He still covered his ears, but that was fine to Jak. He didn't mind.
"I'm gonna touch you now, alright?" Jak warned.
The man hesitated with his large hand, being extra mindful of how he touched as he gently went through DiJon's hair. Blonde went through each finger, a soothing color against his own dark skin. It looked nice, as much as Jak hated to admit it.
"I'mma be frank with you, pumpkin." A soft exhale. "I like seeing you cry when it's because of me... This? I don't like seeing this... Don't like seeing you hurt. I only ever want you in pain from my hand."
That... Wasn't comforting. But at the same time, through his overstimulation, DiJon knew what Jak meant. And for a moment, he appreciated it. So he laid still, letting Jak go through his hair to soothe him.