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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Jack storms into the bar. He is full of rage.

Yes, that is rage you see on his face, not constipation or a really bad sunburn. RAGE.

Have at. :)

[ ooc: el warning: mun's body is slowly dragging her towards the happy land of sleep. which means she will dissappear within the next...ten minutes or so. or maybe later than that. but soon! ]

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Aww.

Yes. Jack's a little surprised, but a hug is a hug, and he closes his eyes and lifts his hands to wrap around her arms as he smiles slightly.

"Thanks."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"You are most welcome," she beams faintly, head ducking and cheeks flushing brightly.

"Some people are rather selfish," a low murmur. "They do not think about others at all - and that is not terribly fair."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

His small smile turns sad. "I know."

He should've known with Vikki, but that was his problem: he saw that she needed to be saved from being a mean person. Like he saw that any of his loves needed to be saved.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Most people need to be saved - it's just a matter of whether or not they let themselves.

"They do not realize when they have good things," the words come soothing and lethargic - slow and simple things. "Important and wonderful things. It is not your fault."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Hmm."

A little thing. A little, cynical thing.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Not always, just lately.

It's all a matter of waiting, and whether or not giving up everything is worth it - when the one you love may never remember, and the girl he did it for hates you.

"Hope," the word is whispered, near silent and tentative - as if just speaking it might make it untrue. "I would like to think that maybe there is hope."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"I liked to think that too," he says quietly. Liked, in past tense--like loved, in past tense.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Blue eyes rise and then quickly fall - she has to believe in it, because it's all that she has left to keep her together.

She doesn't speak, just leans a bit closer, arms brushing lightly - comfort, perhaps, through closeness.

Not always alone.