Re: [Taxi: Cat & Jack]
[He didn't need Cat's sharp-eyed observation to point out how different Newt and he were. They were chalk and cheese and very occasionally, Jack had the quickly-suppressed thought that Newt reminded him far more of their mother than their father. He could no longer drown the thought on a surfeit of whiskey or vodka, but it appealed. Their mother had been fragile as thin china by the end. Cat's run down of how badly Helena hated the world was welcome distraction, and he listened as the distance between Repose and the Capital ticked past the windows.]
I know nothing about parenting. But I knew enough disaffected youth from extremely loving households that I don't think hating parents has much to do with whether or not they're any good. And you clearly love her very much. [This much was obvious. He hadn't the faintest idea about Bruce, but Jack had an inkling she wouldn't have left Helena to Bruce if he didn't love her just as much.]
I'm not sure if that's a barb or a compliment. [Oh, content mattered enough, but the way of putting it was why and how people read it. Newt's passion was quietly fervent, it was in him like a lit candle rather than a firework. Newt wouldn't burn out.] I want to meet Bob, I just don't want to push him. [Newt, not Bob.]
I can't picture you with stoic. [Which was blunt. He glanced at her, at the laughter.] I liked her. You. You're not that different, even if you're a little more blunt this way. And apart from the remodel, you're the same woman. Just happier.
[Eyebrow.] Look into why you're the way you are right now? [It was a question.]