Re: jack and adrian: repose news
Jack watched the twine of fingers and palms in spite of himself. It was deliberate direction, the gesture wasn't unconscious or uncalculated and bloodymindedness would have concentrated on ignoring it. But he watched, the flit of clear blue certainty from face to hands. He rested the arch of his foot in very old, very expensive leather shoe against the flat of the desk and tipped backward by inches, in equally deliberate comfort.
"Do you generally have people tell you anything you ask them to?" He'd learned that trick too. Provocation until an answer came just for the juxtaposition of the ridiculous. Jack was smiling now, but he'd folded his arms across shirt-front. The newspaper office didn't look like much, but it looked considerably bloody better than it had a week or so ago. "You're in a temple to good stories, work a little harder to get a good one."
Nameless, which was a gesture and an idea even if it was intended to be nothing. "Names are a way of finding people from other people, whether it's a call sign or an identity crisis. If you won't pick something that isn't pretentious, I'm going to call you William. After Wordsworth, 'bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, but to be young was very heaven.' You can thank me later for the temporary name."