He doesn't answer right away, just lifts the cigarette to his lips and takes a pull at it, holds the smoke in and then lets it out slow.
"Why?" he asks, after a silence that probably hadn't stretched as long as it felt like. "You gonna make it come true for me? I don't want a leave, but I ain't got much keepin me here. Can't go back to the way it used a be, and that weren't even all that good."
And maybe Desire's brother ain't ever had too much of a hold on Jack, but there's a little bit of Despair in his voice anyhow, light as he tries to keep it.
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Date: 2006-08-15 02:17 am (UTC)"Why?" he asks, after a silence that probably hadn't stretched as long as it felt like. "You gonna make it come true for me? I don't want a leave, but I ain't got much keepin me here. Can't go back to the way it used a be, and that weren't even all that good."
And maybe Desire's brother ain't ever had too much of a hold on Jack, but there's a little bit of Despair in his voice anyhow, light as he tries to keep it.