But Jack just takes the lighted cigarette silently, pinching out his old one, and takes a deep pull at it.
It tastes bizarrely like peaches.
"Shame," is all he says, but he's listening now, intent. It's in the way he hunches his shoulders, in how his eyes focus on just one spot ahead of him without really seeing it.
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Date: 2006-08-15 04:08 am (UTC)But Jack just takes the lighted cigarette silently, pinching out his old one, and takes a deep pull at it.
It tastes bizarrely like peaches.
"Shame," is all he says, but he's listening now, intent. It's in the way he hunches his shoulders, in how his eyes focus on just one spot ahead of him without really seeing it.