Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms,
Re: quicklog: wren, luke, jack
[Luke wished he could do more to help Jack find something better than lifting boxes, but it'd taken him a while to find something he liked and he didn't have a whole lot of ideas when it came to jobs. He wasn't very good at being helpful these days. Still, he thought he could try.] What do you like doing? [It was a simple question, but important. He understood the need for money, did he ever, but working wasn't so bad if you liked what you were doing. He had a lot of experience with jobs he didn't care about, all because of the paycheck. He smiled down at Lia as she crawled after them, determined not to be left behind. He didn't worry so much about Wren being in the kitchen anymore, because the days of blankness and endless soup seemed to be over. That was something, at least, even if things weren't perfect.
He sat down on the couch, watching as Lia happily accepted the new pacifier, stuck it in her mouth, and started coasting around the coffee table as she liked to do.] Most people, yeah. She's definitely not shy. [Luke might have missed the look Wren gave Jack, but he did notice that Gus followed his mother into the kitchen instead of coming back with a game. Lia was too young to understand anything but Gus, Gus listened, Gus was curious. He could put two and two together. But he didn't mind, he wasn't angry. He knew Wren was just worried about him, like he was worried about her. Cygne followed to investigate what was going on in the kitchen, always interested in food, while Finch padded into the living room and settled at his feet.
When Jack spoke, he looked up. It wasn't entirely true, but he understood where he was coming from. Bottling things up was unhealthy, and pretending wasn't any better. But this wasn't something anyone could help with. No one could get in his head and making him stop seeing the dead, just like no one could get in Wren's head and make her believe the kids were alive. He'd do everything in his power to make her see the truth, but in the end she was the one who had to see it. Just like he was the one who had to find a way to make the hallucinations (if they were hallucinations) stop, or else learn to live with them.
But he didn't want to outright lie to his friend.] I know. [He shrugged.] I can't say it's been easy. But I'm taking each day as it comes, and day by day things get better. So it's okay.