She moves light enough he don't hear her until her boots sound from right behind him, just before her finger taps against his shoulder, making him turn, a lopsided smile already pulling itself up one corner of his mouth before making its way slowly across to the other side. Blue eyes crease a little at the corners, and Jack, he don't always look all that young, sun-weathered and all lazy, good-for-nothing smiles, but those eyes of his are still clear enough.
She's awful close, standing there. He's got the sudden urge to lean closer, see if her hair smells like hay and leather the way the rest of the air does in here.
"Got me beat," he says, tipping his head towards the bridle he's working on, but his hands are sure, even with his attention caught elsewhere.
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Date: 2012-09-29 05:00 pm (UTC)She's awful close, standing there. He's got the sudden urge to lean closer, see if her hair smells like hay and leather the way the rest of the air does in here.
"Got me beat," he says, tipping his head towards the bridle he's working on, but his hands are sure, even with his attention caught elsewhere.