jackson harris ( werewolf ) . (likefenris) wrote in light_of_may, |
No, it wouldn't have made much of a difference, and later Jackson might wonder why on earth he'd said something so pointless. Maybe it had been his weak attempt at humour. The moment was passed now anyway, and she didn't really seem fazed by it anyway. He smiled in response to her return introduction, mentally committing the face to the name -- and when he had it in full, the scent would seal the deal, so to speak; wolves never forget a scent -- and then watching her as she worked on climbing into the car, before inviting him to do the same.
His hesitation was so brief that no one else would have even noticed it, but Jackson felt it, and deep down there was a rush of frustration. Would he ever get past that difficulty with trust, that fierce reluctance? Not everyone was an enemy, at least two people had shown him that much since he'd arrived in Scarlet Oak only a couple of days ago, but he couldn't shut it down; in truth he didn't even think to try before it was there, simmering at the surface, threatening to hold him back. Besides, how would he know who he could trust if he didn't start giving people chances?
So he got in the car, closing the door behind him and pushing his hair from his face with one hand. "No problem," he said, glancing her way. "I wasn't doing any good hiding under that overhang anyway. At least this way I can pretend to be useful." Jackson made sure to smile after he said that, so he wouldn't come across as too self-deprecating. "How long have you had this car?"