Jack allows his shoulder to be squeezed. His body is tense, very tense, but I'm sure Sinclair wasn't expecting differently.
He is a little comforted. A little.
And he nods (at the floor) to show he's... at least, he's understood. He's trying to understand.
But he can't... he can't do this. He should be having this conversation with the sun on his face. It should be about something that's passed, something that doesn't matter any more, not... this. Not here.
The thought reminds him that they're exposed.
He rubs his face and looks at Sinclair. "I want to go somewhere safer."
It's kind of a relief to think about survival, no further than the next few seconds of his life. The moment, not the big uncomfortable questions.
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He is a little comforted. A little.
And he nods (at the floor) to show he's... at least, he's understood. He's trying to understand.
But he can't... he can't do this. He should be having this conversation with the sun on his face. It should be about something that's passed, something that doesn't matter any more, not... this. Not here.
The thought reminds him that they're exposed.
He rubs his face and looks at Sinclair. "I want to go somewhere safer."
It's kind of a relief to think about survival, no further than the next few seconds of his life. The moment, not the big uncomfortable questions.