Re: [Quicklog: Jack/Dahlia]
[Jack has no idea what a gym is meant to look and indeed, sound and smell like when fully operational. It's not his choice of past time. The gym is empty, and he can hear his own footsteps, reassuringly sound on concrete. They have leather soles, which makes his tread more deliberate and lighter than perhaps otherwise. The boot is his first greeting. If it's a sign or a method of communication he hasn't the bloody foggiest but he looks up at the sound of a particularly wet inhale of breath.
Jack is unshaven, and tired looking but very clearly sober. His clothes are tired too, he spent the majority of the night in her city and it shows a little. But he looks up at her and without comment, climbs the steps to settle himself somewhat cautiously three steps below her. He steeples his fingers, leans hid head back.]
Hello. Do you need a handkerchief? [There's one in his hand now, an old habit acquired at public school and mec r lost]