Re: [Taxi: Cat & Jack]
[It was indisputable fact that Newt was a darling. That much was self-evident. Jack was beginning to learn the dry quiet humor of his sibling but it was still novel. Sasha on the other hand, he could imagine was extremely loud. And christ knew he knew how Cat could hurl something. He knew very little about Cat's father save that he was imprisoned and the eyewateringly costly gaming den was after him, but imagination could sketch in the blanks.]
Was her father very different from yours? [He looked at her briefly, the road very empty ahead.] I didn't know you knew his boyfriend, I've never met him. But no, there's no issue. Just the desire to try. We never really knew each other. He was younger, I was sent off to school around the time he became interesting and we've never overlapped much. We've never fought. I don't think we've had the opportunity to do so over anything that mattered.
[But christ, he couldn't picture Newt's face in revealing that little secret. Disappointment very probably, and Jack felt absolutely no desire to see it. He looked at her again.] I haven't told him that. I don't know if he'd stay. [Which was rather more true than he had any desire to confess to, not least because the car felt extremely small.] I showed him a piece of terrible writing and he was far too polite to be revolted. Sober isn't a habit yet.
[Which was also far too true. But Cat drew it back to the novelty of re-run youth which was far easier to talk about. He raised eyebrows:] Did Bruce react? You were how old when you two were a thing? [Youth, his memory supplied, and even if it became more evident that she was somewhere between rather than one thing or the other, it was another thing to be vivid memory of the past.]
There's not much need to slink it up in the other one. [Dry.]