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Poison knows where he is, where he's gone, why he's there. Jillie's gone and Cassie's gone and Jack feels like he can't breath, because of the weight of his sorrow. And Poison is getting him through the worst of it, though the crying and the loss, but he needs some help with the black and tarry anger, the hurt and the loss. And there's nobody in Darrow that Jack trusts to get him out of his head like he knows Bull can.

So he knocks, and he waits, and he tries not to cry again.
There can't be anymore tears left.

Date: 2017-10-23 06:31 pm (UTC)
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Bull asked Jack to meet him at his apartment. He'd let the lease run out, but might as well keep it until then. The place was more bare, now, looking more like it had when he moved in.

He answered the door for Jack and let him in. He had hot water for tea ready, like he always did, either for before they got started or after they were finished. He wasn't sure what Jack needed, but he was already starting to pick it apart when he walked in.

"What happened?"

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