Re: Quicklog: Jack & Newt at the B&B
[Stability wasn't a word Newt considered when not applied to (physical) health. That their parents, that they were not stable didn't occur to him as such. He knew how they were, of course, but perhaps his vocabulary was different and perhaps it all added up to the same thing. He knew from his time caring for creatures that there were needs every living thing had—from food and shelter, to affection and belonging—and he saw what had lacked in his and Jack's upbringing, but that never did bring him to the word 'stability.' Curious.—If Jack was like their father, he didn't often name it, and it was diluted. It was a semblance one expected between father and son, or so he assumed.
Newt tipped his head to look up at Jack from beneath the wild fringe.] I can contribute. I haven't come just to bleed you dry. [He smiled, and not because he was lying. He knew next to nothing about money, but he knew enough to not put their father's trouble all on one man's shoulders. After all, he was a son as well, however much he took after their mother.
With enduring patience, he handed his brother his cup and his hand returned to the sleeping cat, stroking long down his back.] I've just come from Equatorial Guinea.