Re: Jake R/Jack C: Gotham city quick-log
[Shock didn't do a lick of good for moving forward if Jake even know it was shock. It tasted like old sweet tea in his mouth, felt like warm breath on the back of his neck, fingertips sliding against the prickle of the tiny hairs at its nape. Memory shuddered beneath his skin and he stumbled after Jack because it didn't matter none where he went, long as it wasn't staying in one place to wait for her.]
No. [He didn't, not anymore. There was Clem's, but he couldn't go on back to Clementine's. That was a door closed, and he wasn't going to go crying none over it. Carson was there, and he figured it was safe enough but not for him. Jake stared blindly at Jack and his feet kept going even if his mind was struggling to keep up.] Where am I supposed to go?