Re: quicklog: wren, luke, jack
[Once Gus and Wren had moved into the kitchen, and Lia had her new pacifier, Jack sat beside Luke and watched the girl coast gleefully around the coffee table. It was difficult to be too worried or down in the face of anything so cute.] You know. [He looked over at his friend, and he shrugged.] Music and poetry, the two least money-making prospects there are. [He watched Lia.] It doesn't need to be something I love. I just need to like it a little better than boxes, I think.
[It was hard for him to believe that his dream job was waiting around the corner, not with his history. Ideally, he wanted to help people. Those other interests always came second to that, and they likely always would. But he wouldn't make much of an officer of the law, and he'd tried government service in the past.
He watched Luke. He didn't think his nonchalant approach was even close to the truth, but he couldn't force Luke to say something he wasn't interested in divulging.] I want to believe that for you. [It was the best he could do. The best any of them could, really. They could tackle the days and see what they brought, and hope things got better, not worse.] How bad do the down days get?