Re: log: jack/louis
"Fixing you?" Louis arched a brow. "That sounds rather like you're a dog with a sad future."
His hand found its way to his breastbone, fingers settling along the line of his own collar. "That is indeed possible," he said. "I don't know whether to be pleased that they did such a good job, or to hope they merely guessed correctly. If they knew what will fulfill me, then they knew about me - knew who I was, my temperament - knew I would like something I didn't know I would like myself. That's a bit eerie."
"Absolutely," he said, without a shred of doubt. "You like asking questions, actually. The older version of you. He's very fond of sating his curiosity about people, and very willing to listen. A journalist's tic, I think."
He wasn't quite sure what Jack was doing until the music came shrieking out of his phone. Louis' expression attempted politeness, and then curdled into raw amazement with the sheer banality of it. "Oh," he said. "Well...there's a boy band for every generation. I suppose."