Re: Disembarking: Jack/Heath/Chris
Heath wasn't a naturally secretive person. His expressions were open, serious, thoughtful, but not opaque. Though he kept secrets, he was no easy deceiver, and there wasn't anything in the immediate reach of this conversation of which he felt possessive. He still felt a kinship with Jack even though he'd only been talking with him for ten minutes. The man was the only other person who had seen Yoshiro. Maybe the only other person who could validate the fact that he had been. Weird.
Heath completely understood what Jack meant about brothers going away. They moved, found better lives, other careers, or sometimes they murdered someone and then cut off any idea of forgiveness. Like an emotional guillotine. Slice. Heath stuck his hands in his armpits. "My father is on a honeymoon that's probably going to last for years. Italy, last I heard. Chris and me are the only ones around Repose right now. Mickey's off pursuing his fortune, and Mary got married." Heath almost didn't mention Shiloh. "My other brother one took off. So it's just us right now," he finished, as headlights bumped and flashed over their faces.
Heath felt like his limbs had iced to his body but he had a real rush of relief and adrenaline when he saw Chris' silhouette separate from the headlights. "Chris!" It wasn't a loud exclamation. She took most of it when she hugged the breath out of him, but he hugged her too. Hard, around the shoulders, glad to feel her there. He got a little choked up just as she looked at him. "Good to see you. Fucking weird night." He let her go, and rubbed his arms again. "I'll get in the back. Jack, this is my sister, Christiana Fairchild. Chris, Jack." He didn't bother explaining their obvious lack of visible genetic similarity, he never did. The reaction was a good way of finding out who was an asshole right away.
He hustled through the beams to the rear of the car, ducking in headfirst and slamming the door so he could start thawing out.