Jack allowed himself to be pulled. Allowed himself to indulge in the playfulness of it. He wasn't being Jack the leader. Jack the man with Torchwood to worry about. Jack with the fate of so many people relying on him. He was just Jack. Jack that used to travel. Jack that used to smile.
Jack.
And that felt good, just for now.
"Sean Connery?" he echoed with surprise. "Really? You think so?"
He arched his head back a little, as if trying out the thought. That's all it ever would be, of course, a thought. Jack wouldn't age, he'd always be this. And as for grey he expected little else than the odd one he'd find (and swiftly dispatch) every now and then.
"Wait," he said, "you don't think I look distinguished now?"
Finding the kitchen he made immediately for a cupboard to busy himself with sifting through while he continued to talk.
"Well I'd better, because it's not going to change." He looked up at a shelf and then back over to her.
"I'm not gonna age, Rose. I'm not gonna get... Sean Connery."
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Date: 2010-03-13 09:52 am (UTC)Jack.
And that felt good, just for now.
"Sean Connery?" he echoed with surprise. "Really? You think so?"
He arched his head back a little, as if trying out the thought. That's all it ever would be, of course, a thought. Jack wouldn't age, he'd always be this. And as for grey he expected little else than the odd one he'd find (and swiftly dispatch) every now and then.
"Wait," he said, "you don't think I look distinguished now?"
Finding the kitchen he made immediately for a cupboard to busy himself with sifting through while he continued to talk.
"Well I'd better, because it's not going to change." He looked up at a shelf and then back over to her.
"I'm not gonna age, Rose. I'm not gonna get... Sean Connery."