Re: Disembarking: Jack/Heath
The kid's phone was chirruping like a demented bird every couple minutes before he paused. He looked cold. Jack didn't pick out his clothing so much as find what was clean in everything that wasn't, laundry was a secondary concern for the most part given all things considering. Jack was dressed for the weather, which meant a sweater, thick, a dark blue wool over jeans that looked worn-in but not broken and even if it wasn't in a fashion mag, it was still functional, more functional than the kid's outfit.
"Scowlier?" Jack raised both eyebrows and smiled. A full smile, tucked into the corner of his cheek, Jack smiled like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar, acknowledging the situation but fully charming within it. "I'm not ancient and a beard-trimmer. He trimmed his beard, it was a whole thing. That way."
He followed. There was nothing else Jack had to do, and he tried not to look surprised when the kid laid out a plan as if he hadn't been so wrapped up in his phone Jack had figured he would hit the ground running. The kid didn't, who still hadn't handed over a name. "I don't have a ride. I walked, I think." He didn't really remember, but fuzzy after a Repose special wasn't abnormal. "Call away."