Re: quicklog: wren, luke, jack
[Jack watched Luke. It was an unusually inscrutable expression. Jack generally wore most of his emotions out in the open, even if he was good at boxing the bad ones away for situations where they weren't wanted or needed. Whatever was eating Luke, it went back to that door.] I don't know if we get to forget. [Quiet enough, but true. Pretending something never happened didn't usually do him any good, and he didn't think it did Luke any good either.
But maybe things were different now. Maybe having kids in your life made that different. Maybe it was for the best to try to kick the can down the road and see how far it would skip. But he didn't think so.]
If you can do that, and it feels right to you, then I'm happy for you. [He searched his friend's face.] If not, you might be better off telling someone than ignoring it. [He paused a moment, then sank back against the couch.] Not telling anybody is how you end up reciting poetry to people off rooftops. And I just don't know if you've got the knack for that. [A faint smile.]