Jack's arm relaxes, lets Ennis lean back, and though Jack doesn't lean with him, the bed dips and creaks a bit when he shifts to watch Ennis. His expression is impossible to see above the dim white shape of his undershirt.
"Hey now, that's the whiskey talkin'. What've I told you 'bout shuttin' that bastard up, huh?" He pauses, rubs at the back of his neck.
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Date: 2006-04-19 03:42 pm (UTC)"Hey now, that's the whiskey talkin'. What've I told you 'bout shuttin' that bastard up, huh?" He pauses, rubs at the back of his neck.
"Stuff matters."