Re: Jake R/Jack C: Gotham city quick-log
[Yeah, Jake followed him. Temporary sounded just fine, long as it was a place in between here and there and it wasn't alone in an alley where wet, hot fear had drained out of him and left nothing but air swaying through his veins. He didn't have a knife on him anymore, not even one to cut pencils and he didn't think of fighting nothing. Mostly, he just figured he'd shamed himself by going on running, and it had taken a man who knew on how to be one to tell him to face on up to things.
The apartment above a shop sounded OK. The shop part meant foot-traffic, and Jake liked foot-traffic plenty, it meant safe, the way no one knew where to look for someone in a crowd of people. He followed, tired shuffle and a nod and cleaving some to Jack's heels as he headed toward the door and giving up on Gotham that hadn't felt like home outside of Clem's place. ]