Re: log: jack/louis
The younger version of the man behind the counter had rather lacked for gravitas. He'd been studious and a bit skittish, eager to please, unpopular and decidedly ordinary, in his own estimation. He was a teacher's pet, but never a golden boy, gawky in the way all but the most blessed teenagers are. When he had returned to school after his stint in the hospital, it had almost been stranger to realize no one much cared about what had happened to him. They might be less likely to associate with him, and they might gossip in the way students did, but he was enough of a non-entity to begin with that it was a flash in the pan, no more. Even the boys who had beaten him kept their distance, surely warned by parents and counselors that their spotless academic reputations would suffer more than the blemish of a suspension. Hovering lawsuits from his father worked wonders to keep them off his back for the rest of his school career. He might not have been willing to spare his son the shame of going back to the same school, but he was always willing to call his solicitor when the moment for litigation struck.
Louis absolutely did not hate the boy before him - for he really wasn't much more than a boy, was he? "They do tend to blend," he admitted with a smile, moving out from behind the glass countertop. The short wooden door closed behind him with a satisfying sound. "Unless, of course, you have your eye on something in particular."