There was no visible reaction to the
letter a Two of Spades had delivered to him late last night. A brief flash of surprise, a tightening of his lips, but nothing to indicate what the letter contained. And it was hard to tell, all morning, that anything was wrong. Grouchy moods weren't exactly unknown when it came to him, after all - he and several
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Cue the frown.
"Jordan!" he calls, walking swiftly to catch up with his nephew, "what happened?"
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But apparently not. He grimaces. "An accident."
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"An accident."
That isn't an explanation, Jordan.
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"The roads towards the outposts are still slick. The Mustang went off the road."
Also true, of course.
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"I see...and will you be getting yourself checked out?"
There could, at least, be more damage done than immediately apparent.
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"Don't worry about it."
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"Oh me, I never worry about family members, Jordan. You know that."
It's funny because it's false.
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As it was, he just slants Davin a look. "Yes, well, you don't have to worry about me. It was just an accident."
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Just an accident, his ass.
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Since it's happened, after all, and it's done with.
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His nephews. Most frustrating. Always.
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"I don't know."
Which is, at least, truthful. He hasn't seen the point in much lately.
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"Let me see you home, at least."
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Probably just as well, really, considering how his knee feels.
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