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Jack came in earlier--before the wardrobe changes started happening--and went upstairs for a while before heading out to the lake with a bottle of Jack Daniels, which, to his credit, hasn't lost much of its contents since he went outside. He hasn't seen the changes in the bar, though that's just as well at the moment, as he's not really in the mood. Not today at least.
One year ago, he watched as the Chinese General in charge of his interrogation leveled a pistol at Tony's head and pulled the trigger. He can still see the look in his best friend's eyes as the life went out of them, the image all too clear even after a year of trying to forget it.
All day he's kept a brave face for Michelle; the day's hard enough for her to deal with without seeing his grief as well. That's why he'd come into Milliways, though; so he can drop the facade for a little while.
It doesn't hurt the same way it used to, but it still hurts. Still really fucking hurts sometimes.
Needless to say, any help in sharing the bottle would be much appreciated.
One year ago, he watched as the Chinese General in charge of his interrogation leveled a pistol at Tony's head and pulled the trigger. He can still see the look in his best friend's eyes as the life went out of them, the image all too clear even after a year of trying to forget it.
All day he's kept a brave face for Michelle; the day's hard enough for her to deal with without seeing his grief as well. That's why he'd come into Milliways, though; so he can drop the facade for a little while.
It doesn't hurt the same way it used to, but it still hurts. Still really fucking hurts sometimes.
Needless to say, any help in sharing the bottle would be much appreciated.