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[rockabillyboy]

He's kind of at a loose end. Mom and Dad are away through the end of the week, Bex is out of town and he's got no ideas for any writing or drawing. So pretty much all that's left is sulking. Jack flops back on the sofa, his feet up on the coffee table and idly flicks through a few channels, looking for a movie. He's uncharacteristically full of discontent.

"Yo!" He calls. "Jillie?"

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[hebeimmortalized]

She's been writing a lot more since getting home. Even though she has a computer now, she prefers the visceral realness of pen and paper. Sometimes, her writing is deep, scoring through the paper in bold, vicious lines. Sometimes, it's relaxed and for fun, she tries cursive. Her words aren't always cohesive, but it feels good to get it out.

She frowns briefly when her already erratic thoughts are interrupted, but the expression softens when she hears her brother's voice.

"Yeah?" she calls back.

[rockabillyboy]

"Come in here?"

Now that she's home, Jack takes every opportunity that he can to spend time with her. It's the closest that they've felt since they were kids. He doesn't quite trust it, not yet, the peace that they've settled into to. But he's so grateful for it that he feels almost on the verge of tears, all the time.

[hebeimmortalized]

She hesitates, but only long enough to finish off her thought on paper. Then she flips to a new page and hugs the notebook and pen close as she makes her way to Jack's side. She settles into place, close enough that they're touching.

"I was gonna start working on another word puzzle," she admits. "But. I probably shouldn't, right?"

[rockabillyboy]

"You should do whatever makes you feel good," says Jack, automatically shifting to accomodate her, his arm slipping around her shoulder to hug her close. He'd hold her together with his hands if he could. "What do you want to watch?"

[hebeimmortalized]

"Mm, whatever," she says with a shrug. She writes 'movie' in the middle of the page. She darkens the word with several passes of her pen, and starts to write other words leading out and away from each letter. "I guess I'm still getting used to being able to have that choice," she adds. She makes a face. "Jesus, that's sad."

[rockabillyboy]

"Movie, huh?" says Jack, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he flips through to the movie channels and starts to actually pay attention to what's on. "It's not sad. It's...progress. Life's a path, remember? Gotta walk it." He wrinkles his knees. "That sounded really super Hallmarky, even to me. Jesus. Sorry."

[hebeimmortalized]

She smiles and shrugs one shoulder. "I like it when you're Hallmarky," she admits. "It reminds me that I'm not the only weird Vincent twin." The word puzzle is growing steadily, and maybe one or two words stick out for Jack, the way they used to when he was doing graffiti.

[rockabillyboy]

"We're weird together, right? Two sides, same coin." He turns his head and drops a kiss into her hair, leaning his head against her and watching her write the word puzzle. "Ocean. That one's a good one."