Disembarking: Jack/Heath
"Again what, what again?" Heath had old money, and he spoke like old money, but he wasn't. His eyes were too bright and keen, the chin too abrupt. He couldn't find anything in his pockets and those bright eyes were wide and white. He'd been to Repose a number of summers in his youth, and he new strange things went on. Knowing in the abstract was not the same as living it in the moment, and he was having trouble pulling himself up off the ground after the tumble from the horse. In fact, he was breathing kind of fast and checking pockets he'd already checked with his spindly fingers.
He paused only a moment to take in more of Jack than he had a moment ago, and the act seemed to ground him. He wasn't afraid, it was just a fucking out of body experience. Finally, he found his phone in a mad back pocket, even though it had no reason really to be there, and he fumbled at it to try to get it to power on.