Re: Disembarking: Jack/Heath
Jack didn't know where Newt was, presently. He hadn't seen him in months and he didn't know exactly what had made the man leave but he'd much the same quiet confidence that if he knew where Newt was and a distress flare went up, Newt would step in as much as he, Jack would do the same. It was still novelty, a few years down the line, but Jack smiled at his companion as best he could given the wind wanted to flay the skin from his face and such expressions made the wind all the madder.
"No other people?" In that, Jack managed to inject an entire series of questions, about whether Heath had significant others or friends who cared enough to dredge through snow with him. He managed to cram in more into three words than most people did, but he was also feeling the heat of his breath leave his mouth and his lips stung with cold. "Resourceful." Two phones. He sounded fascinated, which he was. He hadn't given the kid credit, but it sounded wily, particularly if the mother had enough cunning to make two phones necessary.
"No one." He'd checked, but the phone hadn't lit up. "I've only just come back to town." Which explained the void, a little. Not much explained Jack's void except he'd neither parents nor siblings in town. "My brother went away, or I'd ask him but he's not here." All of this was lengthy explanation on a point that wasn't sore exactly, so much as hardly breezy and Jack fell silent for a little while as he pushed his hands into his pockets and trudged.
It was cold. And when the snow made it inside various places, it was also wet, which Jack hated. He managed a whole five minutes of continued misery, until lights, headlights to be specific, cut yellow through the snowfall. "If that isn't your sister, we're hitchhiking," Jack told Heath, matter-of-factly, and waved to the car.