[ They'd swapped keys like it hadn't meant much. When Isaac had made the executive decision to road trip it all the way down going twenty to thirty over the speed limit and accruing a bruising ticket, well, he thought to himself over the loud roar of the engine that he wouldn't do this for anyone else. Maybe Nicole a long time ago, but Nicole was dead. Maybe for a kid he'd never had, or a best friend he'd never known until now. It seemed invasive to use it now when Jack wasn't home, but a tip off from VA was a tip off and he was determined to get there before Jack got through the front door.
He doesn't drink, but he goes to a liquor store in town and loads up like a binge drinker, a couple of bottles of Jack (maybe he's feeling humorous today), a nice vodka, and a tall, slender bottle of 151 that he'd opened out of curiosity and regretted the sheer smell of it (like paint peeler, but sweeter).
When Jack opens the door, he's slumped on the couch near the window, looking up as soon as the door clicks and gripping the arm tightly. ]
Jack--
[ He wants to say "you're okay" but in truth, Jack looks tired. It doesn't stop him from getting up and nearly tripping over himself to meet him there. He feels like he's standing too close but a part of him doesn't really care when he genuinely wraps his arms around him and feels the general give of him, sun-warmed and aching and it feels like hugging relief to see Jack on two feet rather than on an autopsy table or never again. ]
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He doesn't drink, but he goes to a liquor store in town and loads up like a binge drinker, a couple of bottles of Jack (maybe he's feeling humorous today), a nice vodka, and a tall, slender bottle of 151 that he'd opened out of curiosity and regretted the sheer smell of it (like paint peeler, but sweeter).
When Jack opens the door, he's slumped on the couch near the window, looking up as soon as the door clicks and gripping the arm tightly. ]
Jack--
[ He wants to say "you're okay" but in truth, Jack looks tired. It doesn't stop him from getting up and nearly tripping over himself to meet him there. He feels like he's standing too close but a part of him doesn't really care when he genuinely wraps his arms around him and feels the general give of him, sun-warmed and aching and it feels like hugging relief to see Jack on two feet rather than on an autopsy table or never again. ]
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