Re: log: jack/louis
Jack had bought jewellery for girls before. Well, technically girl and technically woman and the money had been the product of a filthy game of cards but the thought counted, didn't it? He hadn't ever stood and admired moonstones, although he'd picked out yellow diamonds for a woman who was twice his age. He hadn't worn it, obviously, but he could pick out the most expensive thing in a showcase: it was a familial talent that perhaps Newt had skipped.
"So you just serendipitously were bequeathed a store?" Jack looked from moonstones to old school friend, the look on his face about as readable as the rest of him, which as an adult he'd take great care to quash. "Louis, mate, that's creepy. Do you even know who this someone was? Is it cursed?"
But he flinched. A little, and obviously, obviously but Jack the boy was not rolling with confidence at all points, particularly not squashed into a small town and apparently doomed to grow up without much fun. "Oh, you know, it's a terrific time discovering who you'll be. Seasonally appropriate in fact, I almost feel like you could play the part of Christmas Future, if you really felt like it, Louis. Do you have chains? You could rattle them."