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Feeling relieved about being home probably shouldn't be such a weird thing, and yet it had been knocking around Jack's head for days now. He finally raised the subject, awkwardly, over breakfast; it had turned into a long conversation about parents and homes and traumatic shocks that undercut your ability to feel safe, and...
Well, anyway, after that they'd played some stupid co-op shooting video games for a while and talked shit about Seattle.
Dane, by some stroke of insane magic that hadn't surprised Jack one bit, had managed to keep his job. Which worked out, timing-wise; by the time Summer was scheduled to show up at his place, Dane was grabbing his coat and his stuff and his lunch.
"Just take it easy, okay?" he called over his shoulder. "And don't forget to call Aimee back!"
"I won't!" Jack yelled from the sofa. (He'd probably just put it off for a few more hours.)
[[ expecting a summer ]]
Well, anyway, after that they'd played some stupid co-op shooting video games for a while and talked shit about Seattle.
Dane, by some stroke of insane magic that hadn't surprised Jack one bit, had managed to keep his job. Which worked out, timing-wise; by the time Summer was scheduled to show up at his place, Dane was grabbing his coat and his stuff and his lunch.
"Just take it easy, okay?" he called over his shoulder. "And don't forget to call Aimee back!"
"I won't!" Jack yelled from the sofa. (He'd probably just put it off for a few more hours.)
[[ expecting a summer ]]
