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suitably_heroicIt had been a pretty good year. Big early summer catastrophe notwithstanding. Weird to think about. Especially when so much had changed. And yet, here Jack was, sitting on the craggly couch of his own apartment on this far-flung world, staring out the window at the rain with a mug of coffee in his hand, and he felt... pretty good.
"I think I'm getting sentimental," he muttered.
"Shit," said Dane, half-bent over his guitar, writing down a few notes without looking at him. "Need me to call 911?"
Jack let out a noise he hoped fully communicated his displeasure. He sipped his coffee. "We should go for a walk or something," he said. "I mean. Not right now, but in a couple hours. Maybe get out of the city, before the parks freeze over."
"Hm," Dane said, righting himself. "Thought you were helping out at Duff's?"
"Not today. This weekend," Jack corrected absently. Though who'd have known his schedule would fill up this quickly, even without a job? And half the people who were asking him for help had actually offered money? He was still doing the math on how much, but it looked like they weren't going to have to dig further into his Jedi savings this month, and that felt weird as hell. "And you're off tonight, so..."
He made a vague gesture with the mug.
"Works for me," Dane said, looking at him. "Glad you finally have the itch back."
"Don't call it that," Jack muttered. "I just want to get some exercise, that's it. I'm not planning to get back into the van just yet."
"Maybe next year," Dane said.
"Maybe next year," Jack agreed.
"...Definitely next year."
"Yeah, definitely."
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"I think I'm getting sentimental," he muttered.
"Shit," said Dane, half-bent over his guitar, writing down a few notes without looking at him. "Need me to call 911?"
Jack let out a noise he hoped fully communicated his displeasure. He sipped his coffee. "We should go for a walk or something," he said. "I mean. Not right now, but in a couple hours. Maybe get out of the city, before the parks freeze over."
"Hm," Dane said, righting himself. "Thought you were helping out at Duff's?"
"Not today. This weekend," Jack corrected absently. Though who'd have known his schedule would fill up this quickly, even without a job? And half the people who were asking him for help had actually offered money? He was still doing the math on how much, but it looked like they weren't going to have to dig further into his Jedi savings this month, and that felt weird as hell. "And you're off tonight, so..."
He made a vague gesture with the mug.
"Works for me," Dane said, looking at him. "Glad you finally have the itch back."
"Don't call it that," Jack muttered. "I just want to get some exercise, that's it. I'm not planning to get back into the van just yet."
"Maybe next year," Dane said.
"Maybe next year," Jack agreed.
"...Definitely next year."
"Yeah, definitely."
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