"Don't rightly think you could get me any worse'n they did." It's almost a parody of a laugh, but at least the deadly race of his heart has slowed slightly, and his hand traces his nose again, moving a little jerkily, as if it isn't quite under his own control. He winces as his fingers press at the sensitive spot.

"You there, too?" Watching, on the sidelines. Maybe Desire'd come along with hisherit's big sister.

Maybe Jack just hopes he wasn't alone in the dark.

As he closes his eyes, he takes a deep breath. Damn, he'd hated that scent, of peaches and the weird spices Desire uses in hisherits cigarettes, but damn if it isn't kinda good to have them here again, surrounding him.