So far as Jack's concerned, there really isn't anyone but them, not now, anyway, and he reaches over to take the cigarette again, opening his eyes so he doesn't miss it and burn one of the two of them with ashes. He sighs out the smoke, smiles a crooked, dopey sort of smile, shifts to lean back against the pillow.
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Date: 2006-04-13 03:44 pm (UTC)