[The rules not making sense to him doesn't stop them from being rules. Jack bites his lip as the server nears with their food--a two-pronged defense against blurting out something personal in earshot, and hiding his amusement as Aranea startles a good-humored, if confused, smile out of the shop employee.
Dang, look at her go.]
You're a cool lady on top of being nice.
[One of many observations about Wayward Pines he's made of late. But her obvious unhappiness with the situation draws his attention away from the food (which, yeah, totally looks better than hospital food, kudos to you, Aranea), his brow furrowing.]
You're both okay, though? [So that's good, isn't it? A solid start to getting back on the mend?] Mm... I remember being with people, but I haven't seen any of them around yet. I know they just gotta be out there--I just don't remember who they are to look them up or anything. Sucks, huh? Was it the same for you before stuff started coming back?
[Little does Jack realize he's walking that fine line between life then and now. The children in the red capes don't feel like the past, they feel like the present, like if he just knocks on the right door he'll find them and everything out of order will slot into place.
That feeling of being home--it's there, somewhere.]
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Dang, look at her go.]
You're a cool lady on top of being nice.
[One of many observations about Wayward Pines he's made of late. But her obvious unhappiness with the situation draws his attention away from the food (which, yeah, totally looks better than hospital food, kudos to you, Aranea), his brow furrowing.]
You're both okay, though? [So that's good, isn't it? A solid start to getting back on the mend?] Mm... I remember being with people, but I haven't seen any of them around yet. I know they just gotta be out there--I just don't remember who they are to look them up or anything. Sucks, huh? Was it the same for you before stuff started coming back?
[Little does Jack realize he's walking that fine line between life then and now. The children in the red capes don't feel like the past, they feel like the present, like if he just knocks on the right door he'll find them and everything out of order will slot into place.
That feeling of being home--it's there, somewhere.]