Re: [Taxi: Cat & Jack]
[Jack had never encountered Bruce to compare to, but imagination filled in substantial gaps. The man was a menace, even an imagined one and if Bruce was going to take all the bloody fun out of bikes, he could sod off. The bike that presently leaned near the B&B needed tender love and attention, not wild rides late at night. But Jack's preconceptions were founded on falling-apart rides at top speed through heavy traffic and the bike fulfilled a degree of criteria. Cat was silent on the inherent sex appeal of bikes that fell apart, which was probably sound.]
You know that sounds like it has very little to do with you at all, but I imagine you already know that. I'd ask why you tried so hard for two years, but I'm getting an inkling of what it might mean to have a sibling. Were you two close before?
[Jack was studiously observing the road when he asked the question, but the needles were back for the second smile.] I tried. I failed, I shared something terrible with Newt, poor bastard, then I got drunk at a party. Now trying sober. But it's worth writing about. [This much had an element of the wistful. It was practically a book. Perhaps in fiction, more likely to be read and believed.]
Deliberately sounds like a painful expedition, so I'm not surprised. Does she know you're this way already? Illiterate tights are a departure from the old model you.