when everything's made to be broken
Jack hasn't been sleeping well. As much as he'd like to, he can't quit thinking about home, and nightmares of the war mix with the things he's learned about this world. Alcohol only helps a little, not enough, and he's given up trying. Why keep at something that doesn't work?
So right now, he's lurking outside the Conrad Hotel, smoking and trying to look like he belongs here. He doesn't have a lot of practice at being inconspicuous, and he's too tired and worried and angry to put a lot of energy into trying, but he's sick of staying inside.
If his eyes are a little too red, if his hands shake a little when he lights up another cigarette, if he smells a little too strongly of alcohol...well, he's too wound up to wonder if anyone notices.
Be forewarned if you're thinking of approaching him: he wouldn't mind picking a fight right now.
So right now, he's lurking outside the Conrad Hotel, smoking and trying to look like he belongs here. He doesn't have a lot of practice at being inconspicuous, and he's too tired and worried and angry to put a lot of energy into trying, but he's sick of staying inside.
If his eyes are a little too red, if his hands shake a little when he lights up another cigarette, if he smells a little too strongly of alcohol...well, he's too wound up to wonder if anyone notices.
Be forewarned if you're thinking of approaching him: he wouldn't mind picking a fight right now.