Re: Quicklog: Jack & Newt at the B&B
[Everything that cat did was unexpected. Other than the aforementioned behavior toward inoffensive shoes. Jack didn't pay any attention to the cat. He watched the slope of Newt's head toward the lapful of cat, the ridiculous bow-tie at his throat. The red hair. Christ. Jack jerked up out of his seat and made toward the small electric kettle that had been tucked out of the way and fussed with tea-bags and cups overly long.]
He wouldn't go away. And I couldn't find anyone to give him to that both liked him and wanted him. [This latter at least, sounded wry. Jack's humor had desiccated until it was as dry as old newspaper pages but there was a hint twisted into the sour that caught at the light. The tinkering of tea-spoons and cups (Jack didn't ask, all right? He bloody made, because it was the only constancy there was when relatives drew themselves into scope of reference) abruptly ceased.]
Passed makes it sound rather more peaceful than I expect he had any right to. When?