Just like that, all the loss rushes back.

His cigarette twitches in suddenly nerveless fingers, but then Jack's all blazing blue eyes and set jaw and pale face when he turns to Desire, one hand fisting on the top railing, regardless of splintering wood against knuckles.

"What the fuck about Ennis?" Accusatory, and a little jealous: "It you been makin' Sallie see things lately?"