Re: quicklog: wren, luke, jack
I will. [And surely he would. He didn't acknowledge that, in a way, he was also playing a waiting game. Hope was waning that the old Max would ever come back, and she was going to be mad as hell at him even if she did, but he hadn't entirely let go of the idea that she might show up on his door one day needing his help again. It was a stupid thing to wait for, but he'd give it another week or two. It was an acknowledgement that things had changed, finding something new. It felt final.
Luke changing the subject as quickly as possible wasn't anything new in their conversations, and that saddened Jack. He didn't know if Luke didn't think his friend could handle hearing about his troubles anymore, or if he just couldn't stand to say anything about them out loud. Wren clearly knew something that he didn't. He'd seen it in the look in her eye.]
What do you want to blink and make go away? What kind of bad is it?