A muscle tightens in Jack's jaw, and gravel crunches when he shifts his weight, takes the few steps necessary to end up by Ennis, hunkers down to sit on the ground, scrubbing at his face tiredly.
No news, none of it. He feels bone-tired.
No apologies, because what is there to apologize for? But Ennis nearby is breathing hard, and Jack's sure never seen Ennis fall apart like he's doing now, so he does the only thing he knows how to do, puts a hand on Ennis' shoulder, though he can prob'ly hardly feel it through his coat.
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Date: 2006-05-05 08:37 pm (UTC)No news, none of it. He feels bone-tired.
No apologies, because what is there to apologize for? But Ennis nearby is breathing hard, and Jack's sure never seen Ennis fall apart like he's doing now, so he does the only thing he knows how to do, puts a hand on Ennis' shoulder, though he can prob'ly hardly feel it through his coat.