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He's honestly not sure if this is supposed to be a date or not. They've sort of edged around the idea, and he's got permission to stay out as late as he needs to, so he supposes he'll see how things go. He's waiting for her on a corner downtown, loosely knotted tie and a vest, his shirt-sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Idly, he plays on his phone, killing him time.
He's nervous, a little. He supposes that it's more anticipation than anything.
He's nervous, a little. He supposes that it's more anticipation than anything.
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Date: 2017-06-12 12:06 am (UTC)"Nothing. For the first time in a hell of a long time - nothing at all. And you know what?" she asks, not even as a proper question, but more as a statement. "It sure as hell's nice."
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Date: 2017-06-13 04:45 pm (UTC)Jack grins, broad and bright, an utterly genuine smile.
"Good," he says. "I'm glad. I'm glad I could be a part of that."
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Date: 2017-06-23 09:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-23 07:26 pm (UTC)"I don't know how flattering that is," he says, grinning. "Sort of like calling a person nice. It's sort of damning with faint praise, isn't it? Hey, Jack, you make me feel like tea does. Don't get me wrong, I really love tea, but..."
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Date: 2017-06-27 07:21 am (UTC)