Re: log: jack/louis
Jack had a headache every morning he woke. A drip-feed of history, that felt both very far away and like yesterday, layered over his actual yesterday which made it inconvenient, painful and like a permanent hangover, which was thoroughly unfair given the lack of serious partying he'd been doing. God knew what he actually knew about Louis in town, he didn't give his adult self any credit at all. But he knew the boy and he would have recognized him in the man, even if the man hadn't been pointing out a necklace and talking about it.
"They look milky. How do you know all this stuff?" Jack looked from the case and the jewels to the man, with something like fascination. "God no. I've only found people I should apologize to, and I don't think that would meet the criteria, even if it is pretty. Where's it from?"