Re: Disembarking: Jack/Heath
The man - boy? Man, Jack made the rapid assessment with shrewd blue eyes that flicked over Heath head to toe, young enough, keen enough for boy but the height and the breadth even if he was narrow in places that made Jack think oddly of Newt, said 'man' clearly, scrabbled through his pockets like he would be demented if separated from his phone for much longer. Jack thumbed past his keys, a pinch of something twisted into paper, and a marble-like piece of glass that glowed if his fingers rested on it too long, and then hit phone.
"New, are you?" Old money, and no idea what Jack was talking about. "Repose. It does this every once in a while. Makes you somebody, or something different."