Going slow...
Go slow, that was Jack's advice.
But he didn't. He jumped into something he shouldn't have.
On the other hand, these fuckers are not interested in him, not really.
They barely know his name, though Dean is sure Taylor has a little black book with lots of names in it. But he's after David, and probably after Jack as well since now it's clear to Dean that David is another one of Jack's strays.
He knows he has promised Jack not to take his happy pills anymore.
And he has kept his promise, for a while.
He reaches down to pick the phone up, lifts the speaker, starts dialling Jack's number then stops.
He should tell Jack about giving David Taylor's message but David will probably tell him anyway, at least about the meeting.
He should tell Jack that he fucked up just for the thrill of it.
And then wait for Jack's reaction.
He puts the speaker down, grabs the bottle from the table and goes to lie down on the couch.
It was on his list, wasn't it?
A good reason to get blindingly drunk, disappointing Jack.
But he didn't. He jumped into something he shouldn't have.
On the other hand, these fuckers are not interested in him, not really.
They barely know his name, though Dean is sure Taylor has a little black book with lots of names in it. But he's after David, and probably after Jack as well since now it's clear to Dean that David is another one of Jack's strays.
He knows he has promised Jack not to take his happy pills anymore.
And he has kept his promise, for a while.
He reaches down to pick the phone up, lifts the speaker, starts dialling Jack's number then stops.
He should tell Jack about giving David Taylor's message but David will probably tell him anyway, at least about the meeting.
He should tell Jack that he fucked up just for the thrill of it.
And then wait for Jack's reaction.
He puts the speaker down, grabs the bottle from the table and goes to lie down on the couch.
It was on his list, wasn't it?
A good reason to get blindingly drunk, disappointing Jack.