When front door slamming can be heard from gardening in the back yard, there's an issue. Brushing dirt of her hands, Christine stands, quickly going inside and through the house.
"What?!" He shouts in her direction. He's panting slightly and not really seeing who it is. He's just so angry right now. Damn shrinks think they know everything.
She winces at that, but moves on anyway. It was like echolocation. At least she knows where he is now. Finding him still in the front entrance, she stands in the doorway, waiting for him to acknowledge her.
Jack notices her watching but ignores her. It was a good job she was blocking the stairs and the lift or he'd be up in the top floor for the next week. Instead, he headed in the other direction, to something he could punch.
He started with the punchbag he insisted on having in the tiny room at the end of the hall. It was there for his own stress but the holes in the walls showed how badly his anger really could be.
As he punched, with amazing skill and accuracy despite his anger, he muttered.
She simply watches that for a long time, kit held in both hands, leaning against the doorframe. After a while, though, she steps a bit further inside and shuts the door, leaning against it. She doesn't want him to be able to run out.
"Jack?"
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As he punched, with amazing skill and accuracy despite his anger, he muttered.
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"Take that, fucking shrinks!"
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"They think they know everything, and they don't!"
He goes back to the punchbag but with no real conviction in his punches anymore.
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