Truthfully, he didn't want for his parents to draw him out of this. He desperately clung to this world, wanting so badly to stay in a world just for him, created for him and presented to him by the man of his dreams. He didn't know of a face to put with his name, but he still breathed the one he knew to be behind him, oh so suddenly.

"Jareth..." He shuddered a little, pushing back into the other's body and hands entwining with those placed on his stomach. He didn't want this to leave, not again, he almost felt at home in these arms, with that voice whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry..." Was next, those eyes wanting to turn and find himself face to face with the man he'd become somewhat obsessed with, but he knew he would lose this. "It can't be fair, life just isn't. That's the best way to figure it out, you know?"

Unfair happened to be everything in life, you just had to have a way to work around it, right? His sister had taught him that once she had figured he was old enough to understand her and pack it away in his memory. Besides, it was Jareth himself that taught her that, that life was unfair, but that was just how it was. And, now, he had come to bring fairness to the land, and, most importantly, to the Goblin King.