Re: 2200
“You and me both, I guess,” Jack laughed quietly in agreement, nodding to himself as he thought back to Ithaca. “Oh, I want to get away, trust me,” Jack snorted. “You’re lucky; you’ve got all the time in the world. The only thing I’ve got is this war, and that’s sort of a miserable thing to be relying on, isn’t it? After this is done, I’ve gotta go home—no ifs, ands, or buts.”
Jack blinked at Sam as he finished off his beer, keeping his eyes on him as he lifted his own drink to his lips, quickly finishing it off as well, grabbing for another just like Sam did. He was try hard to fit in, especially when he was so out of his element. Sam seemed to know his way around, what he was doing, like he was well-liked. Obviously Jack wanted to be on good terms with him—ESPECIALLY because he was his Captain—so… what Sam did, Jack followed.
Or at least he’d try to pick up.
“Yeah, yeah, I mean… they’ve gotta match and all so, yeah. At least for ours I am, probably a few others,” Jack said, looking sort of uncomfortable, shy. “They really should have gotten someone else,” he said quickly, shaking his head and taking a sip of his new beer, obviously hoping to calm a bit of lingering nervous energy. “I’m not a professional or anything, it’s just something I… do in my spare time. But they said they needed guys who liked stuff like that, asked me to paint something up for a sample, so now I’ve gotta be responsible for everyone’s jackets looking okay,” he laughed, not too confident in himself.