Solstice

[jack_inthegreen]

Gil works nights and Jack doesn't need to sleep.

He's been staying up all night, watching bad tv, flipping through books he's already read, tending Georgia, drinking beers that don't affect him and not even touching the plants in the garden to make them bloom.

You encourage us and listen and care and don't do anything, obviously and then pat your

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[gris_bug_man]

The night had been slow and Gil had felt the nagging sensation that he really needed to be at home.

Rank hath its privileges.

He walks in the door a little before midnight and pauses at the edge of the living room.

"Jack?"

[jack_inthegreen]

"Here," Jack calls without raising his voice much.

[gris_bug_man]

"What is bothering you?" he asks softly, taking a seat next to him.

[jack_inthegreen]

He sips his beer.

Or guzzles it a bit.

"Doors. Buildings. Doors that don't open where they're supposed to and buildlings that keep trying to hold me in."