Re: Jake R/Jack C: Gotham city quick-log
[Valentine's day didn't mean nothing to Jake, save that the horrible, awful conversation on the stairs in the hotel wouldn't happen any without Graham being prompted some, he knew that much. He hadn't read on in the book, to find if Clem had said any more than before, because the smell of magnolias and sunshine was thick and it coated the back of his throat and he hadn't put two and two together and made four the whole damn time the loft had smelled like home, but he had now.
He collided off a shoulder and he didn't know who the hell it was when his hands closed over plaid to steady him some and Jake, Jake was just real glad the hands were warm because he feared running into the dead like a nightmare brought itself on into waking by some dumb wish. He was wild blue eyes in a sharp-boned white face and the thatch of dark untidy hair was in disarray. Jake didn't know who all Clem knew, but he didn't know the man's face even when he looked into it, a good stare that made sure nothing about it was rotting any.]
Something behind me. [He choked on the words, the gasp in for breath knotted around them and broke them off at corners and swallowed up the sibilants, so it sounded a whole lot 'mthing hind' but he was too set on getting away from the lilting hum he was starting to hear, that melody that dug itself out of his memory to be humiliated by his own inability to open his mouth and have things come out how he meant them.]