Re: Evans & Peel: Jack/Patrick/maybe Newt later.
Jack knew nothing about sick trees in the woods. He barely went into the woods; he appreciated the existence of trees and green and so on and so forth on the stretch of town but Jack had been forged in the pursuit of people and while he liked the idea in the general sort of way, he was not a woods-walker. The woods were firmly Newt's, a man who enjoyed creatures and nature. Jack preferred teeming population and a hint of mystery rather than his mystery furry and fanged.
Patrick was sociable, no mystery there. He had half of the older side of Repose crammed into the back-booths and the younger man was known, recognized and acknowledged all in the space of several minutes. Perhaps it was something about the smile. Jack wended over toward the bar and waited for a gap in those who sought to be served and laughed.
"You can go upstairs and be the first to mix the two," affable suggestion, "Although I wouldn't recommend staying down here too long if you intend to skate. Although when it's empty, I imagine you could get away with it."
Postcards. Jack recalled the correspondence and his expression was rueful. "I think I found the one person in town who dislikes writing. You?"