Jack startles and turns over, half-rises onto his elbows, and sees Sinclair.
He just stares for several moments. Holds his breath. His eyes are wide and wet and his face is stained with snot and tears. The tears have cut pinker lines through the layers of soot and grime. You know how when people cry in movies and it's kind of contained and not too ugly? This isn't that.
Then another sob forces its way out of him and he swallows and scrubs at his nose with a dirty shirtsleeve.
His head kind of wobbles from left to right, not enough to be shaking it no, more like indecision.
He's not embarrassed to be caught crying, exactly. Well, he is, but that's not it. It's more like... he feels like he's done something wrong. Maybe someone in his past didn't have patience for babies that cried at night. Maybe it's just a holdover of the hollow feeling the dream gave him.
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He just stares for several moments. Holds his breath. His eyes are wide and wet and his face is stained with snot and tears. The tears have cut pinker lines through the layers of soot and grime. You know how when people cry in movies and it's kind of contained and not too ugly? This isn't that.
Then another sob forces its way out of him and he swallows and scrubs at his nose with a dirty shirtsleeve.
His head kind of wobbles from left to right, not enough to be shaking it no, more like indecision.
He's not embarrassed to be caught crying, exactly. Well, he is, but that's not it. It's more like... he feels like he's done something wrong. Maybe someone in his past didn't have patience for babies that cried at night. Maybe it's just a holdover of the hollow feeling the dream gave him.
"I didn't mean to cry."