[The better way of phrasing his admission would've been he hoped she might be his mother. Jack is getting used to the elation of rising hopes when he hears a voice or sees something from the corner of his eye that sparks to life a memory of fingers twined with his, hands grasped tightly in a manner of saying I'm here, only to realize a memory is all it is. Hope plummets to disappointment.
None of the disappointment he feels now shows on his face, however. Only an extremely perceptive person would be able to pick up on the fact the sheepishly happy-go-lucky smile he wears doesn't quite match his eyes.
It takes thousands of hours of practice to get good at something--Jack's been practicing the art of cheerfulness for a while.]
Would you believe me if I said I did? [He reaches up to rub the back of his head, completing this awkward tableau. It's more like head tampering than head trauma, but it's beyond doubt these misplaced memories are coming from somewhere.] Sorry if I freaked you out. You just, er. Seemed familiar.
[He knows who she reminds him of--Arecia's form is as clear as day in his mind--but the details of how he feels he knows her are still fuzzy, like he's trying to bring something a long way away into focus. Slight bemusement colors his smile.]
Good question. I don't really know how to explain it myself. You ever get the feeling walking around this place like you've seen something before, but you don't know what it means? [The effect this town has is batshit, and trying to describe it more so.] Have you ever... worked around children before? Like, um. Teaching?"
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None of the disappointment he feels now shows on his face, however. Only an extremely perceptive person would be able to pick up on the fact the sheepishly happy-go-lucky smile he wears doesn't quite match his eyes.
It takes thousands of hours of practice to get good at something--Jack's been practicing the art of cheerfulness for a while.]
Would you believe me if I said I did? [He reaches up to rub the back of his head, completing this awkward tableau. It's more like head tampering than head trauma, but it's beyond doubt these misplaced memories are coming from somewhere.] Sorry if I freaked you out. You just, er. Seemed familiar.
[He knows who she reminds him of--Arecia's form is as clear as day in his mind--but the details of how he feels he knows her are still fuzzy, like he's trying to bring something a long way away into focus. Slight bemusement colors his smile.]
Good question. I don't really know how to explain it myself. You ever get the feeling walking around this place like you've seen something before, but you don't know what it means? [The effect this town has is batshit, and trying to describe it more so.] Have you ever... worked around children before? Like, um. Teaching?"