The look Jack gives him back is quick--there and gone again in a glimpse of blue that then slides away under the brim of his beat up black hat. "Y'don't say."
It ain't much of a lead, maybe; but then again, when's Desire ever asked for an invitation? And hell...they're sorta friends, in a way, ain't they? Talking about their kids and smoking cigarettes right down to the filter--though it ain't happened in a while, Jack remembers. Desire could say--and will say, and has said--damn near anything he wants to Jack.
So how come the hesitation now?
"Lay it on me, podner, I got no place to go but back to my bunk."
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Date: 2008-02-23 01:39 am (UTC)It ain't much of a lead, maybe; but then again, when's Desire ever asked for an invitation? And hell...they're sorta friends, in a way, ain't they? Talking about their kids and smoking cigarettes right down to the filter--though it ain't happened in a while, Jack remembers. Desire could say--and will say, and has said--damn near anything he wants to Jack.
So how come the hesitation now?
"Lay it on me, podner, I got no place to go but back to my bunk."