The seconds tick by, and then there's the rustle of coat and jeans and a sudden touch of cold as Jack's hand leaves his shoulder to be shoved in his pocket.
"Well then."
His voice is rough, and he clears his throat, looking down at the gravel, over at the lake, across to the mountains.
But he can't look long at the mountains, and his gaze drops again. He turns to his truck. Gravel crunches as he walks back to it, opens the door.
"Time to go." His jaw tightens. "Guess I'll see you when I see you."
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Date: 2006-05-21 04:55 pm (UTC)The seconds tick by, and then there's the rustle of coat and jeans and a sudden touch of cold as Jack's hand leaves his shoulder to be shoved in his pocket.
"Well then."
His voice is rough, and he clears his throat, looking down at the gravel, over at the lake, across to the mountains.
But he can't look long at the mountains, and his gaze drops again. He turns to his truck. Gravel crunches as he walks back to it, opens the door.
"Time to go." His jaw tightens. "Guess I'll see you when I see you."