The lighter stops mid-play, the fire a bright little beacon in the falling dark. "Imagine not. Duìbùqĭ, Jack -- I've really owed you a visit in person for some time. Still..."
Desire scuffs his foot against the rail, as if knocking away loose clumps of imaginary mud. It's a stalling tactic, plain as the snap shut of the lighter. "Got something to tell you that can't wait 'til we're next in Milliways."
Beat. Casting a wry grin at the skyline, Desire even looks away from Jack and down, as if sheepish. Does Desire get sheepish?
"Imagine you won't want to talk to me if I don't tell you. That important."
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Date: 2008-02-23 12:51 am (UTC)Desire scuffs his foot against the rail, as if knocking away loose clumps of imaginary mud. It's a stalling tactic, plain as the snap shut of the lighter. "Got something to tell you that can't wait 'til we're next in Milliways."
Beat.
Casting a wry grin at the skyline, Desire even looks away from Jack and down, as if sheepish.
Does Desire get sheepish?
"Imagine you won't want to talk to me if I don't tell you. That important."