Poison looks lost for a moment, because Jack is touching him and it's easy and perfect, but he's also demanding answers that Poison isn't sure that he has. Not in any articulate way.
He wets his lips and tries to find words.
"I-- The Fourth, or leading up to it, maybe, and after it-- I don't know." He shakes his head and he looks away, because some part of him is ashamed but he knows Jack's right. He's felt loose at the joints and full of sharpness for weeks now. And he knows it won't end anywhere good.
"The Fourth is always weird and hard, even if I try to burn bright for everyone that's gone. And then like a couple weeks ago this guy had a radio call playing over his phone. And it just-- fuck it sounded like something I'd strain to hear in the static when I first got here."
Hearing the weird radio call coming off Frank's phone set him off, badly, and Poison never brought it up because he doesn't want Jack to worry. He thought he could pull himself back together.
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Date: 2018-08-07 01:37 am (UTC)He wets his lips and tries to find words.
"I-- The Fourth, or leading up to it, maybe, and after it-- I don't know." He shakes his head and he looks away, because some part of him is ashamed but he knows Jack's right. He's felt loose at the joints and full of sharpness for weeks now. And he knows it won't end anywhere good.
"The Fourth is always weird and hard, even if I try to burn bright for everyone that's gone. And then like a couple weeks ago this guy had a radio call playing over his phone. And it just-- fuck it sounded like something I'd strain to hear in the static when I first got here."
Hearing the weird radio call coming off Frank's phone set him off, badly, and Poison never brought it up because he doesn't want Jack to worry. He thought he could pull himself back together.