Re: Disembarking: Jack/Heath
"She'll get here soon," Heath said, confidently. He was close with his siblings, and they very rarely called each other for help the way he just had. He'd put out a fucking alarm, and Chris would show. When stuff like this happened, they showed up for each other. Always. They would even have done it for Shiloh, if he hadn't deliberately made it impossible. Heath had not wanted to understand why, because the only real answer was that his brother hadn't thought he deserved the help. Or maybe he wasn't sure if they would give it. Heath hadn't known then if they would either, spun up by grief. Now he thought they would have.
Heath walked too, just as fast, but he was thinking about his siblings being there for each other, and Shiloh. "It would just be them. There aren't other 'people.'" Still walking ahead. "My mother died a couple years ago." Another few steps. "But she would have made use of it, for sure. When she was alive, I had two phones." Not many people knew that. Heath shook his head, and exhaled a fog of breath as they crunched over the path.
"Who is texting you?" It seemed polite to ask. Jack had a phone, too.