Jack's smile faded a little into something altogether more serious, more thoughtful. Home. Go home. If he had a home to go to. He didn't any more, of course, every home he ever made all gone now, and he was flitting around from place to place trying to pretend that was the way he wanted it.
"Yeah, you'd think so, wouldn't you?" he said, not really agreeing. "See this was broken for a long time though and I was stuck. So guess I didn't have to make a choice then either, it was all made for me."
He placed his glass down again and when he shifted back up, it was a little closer to her, as though it were accidental. "And see this is nothing," he said, tapping the wrist strap. "You want to travel by blue box." He smirked, and that, he wouldn't explain.
He turned his head towards hers, and reached a hand out to brush her hair back behind her ear. "So, Alex, enjoying 1983?"
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Date: 2010-05-24 05:01 am (UTC)"Yeah, you'd think so, wouldn't you?" he said, not really agreeing. "See this was broken for a long time though and I was stuck. So guess I didn't have to make a choice then either, it was all made for me."
He placed his glass down again and when he shifted back up, it was a little closer to her, as though it were accidental. "And see this is nothing," he said, tapping the wrist strap. "You want to travel by blue box." He smirked, and that, he wouldn't explain.
He turned his head towards hers, and reached a hand out to brush her hair back behind her ear. "So, Alex, enjoying 1983?"