"Oh that's what you think," Jack said, looking back to her. "Trust me, I know where the eyes would be, and it wouldn't be on the stain."
His smile twisted though, a little more genuine.
"I'll have that," he said. "But here. And I'll be back. And you'll still be here."
He looked again to the door, and as though on her command, he left through it, clicking it gently into place behind him.
And so Jack was out. Outdoors in the fresh air for the first real time. With his faculties together and able to truly realise it. He was free now. He could be himself again. And he would now, because he had to.
He drove off in his convertible aston martin car; drove to the nearest town a fair distance away. He had no intention of taking his time. He had no need or inclination to do so. And so he didn't, he merely did what he had to, shopped for food and for clothes. The latter task being more difficult. He didn't really know what to buy a woman such as Reinette for general wear. So he settled for buying far too much. A little bit of everything, from jeans to skirts to trousers, tshirts and blouses and jumpers.
It was at least enough for her to wear until they could go in together and she could pick for herself.
So work done, and the fact he wasn't too comfortable with it all pushed firmly aside, he made his way back to the cottage.
When he arrived it was a good four, almost five, hours after he'd left. He pulled up on the gravel drive outside and began unloading the car.
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His smile twisted though, a little more genuine.
"I'll have that," he said. "But here. And I'll be back. And you'll still be here."
He looked again to the door, and as though on her command, he left through it, clicking it gently into place behind him.
And so Jack was out. Outdoors in the fresh air for the first real time. With his faculties together and able to truly realise it. He was free now. He could be himself again. And he would now, because he had to.
He drove off in his convertible aston martin car; drove to the nearest town a fair distance away. He had no intention of taking his time. He had no need or inclination to do so. And so he didn't, he merely did what he had to, shopped for food and for clothes. The latter task being more difficult. He didn't really know what to buy a woman such as Reinette for general wear. So he settled for buying far too much. A little bit of everything, from jeans to skirts to trousers, tshirts and blouses and jumpers.
It was at least enough for her to wear until they could go in together and she could pick for herself.
So work done, and the fact he wasn't too comfortable with it all pushed firmly aside, he made his way back to the cottage.
When he arrived it was a good four, almost five, hours after he'd left. He pulled up on the gravel drive outside and began unloading the car.