He left Jackson a while ago, thinking it would be better that way. And yet, he's here again, hoping that somehow he could make things right. He thought your kind words and touches were never needed, and your longing gaze put a lot of weight on his shoulders, so he did the only thing he could and ran away. But the way you once gave a peck on his nose, right on his scar, still haunted him. Maybe he really needs you after all. Maybe it's not too late to figure it out.