It had been a while since he'd seen him, only giving him refuge for a few weeks those several months before. He didn't ask how he'd gotten there, who he was, even though their identicalness was an issue he wanted desperately to be able to grasp. He just went on with his life after he left, assuming at the very least that life had more to it than merely black and white.
He'd been grocery shopping, just pulling the cart out of the store filled with things for his home of just one. Amelia and Claire hadn't made it out of that warehouse and every day Jimmy blamed himself for it. Looking at the boxes of macaroni and cheese there he couldn't help but feel melancholic. He'd let down so many, and even now after the war, that feeling still resonated with him.
Rolling to the car, the spark of electricity being tossed up and down caught his eye and he had to stop at a dead halt before shouting Jackson's name to get his attention, the default reaction it seemed.
The spark stopped halfway up and stopped as Jackson looked in his direction. He was cautious for a moment. Just because it was a store out in public, didn't mean people weren't willing to go off and attack others.
Droppping his hands and pushing up off the sidewalk to stand, the spark fizzled out. He didn't bother to brush off his jeans since they already had little burn marks across them now. His jacket was in no better condition. "Jimmy," he called with a nod of recognition as he approached.
Slack jawed. He knew he could probably look better but it had been so long. At least three months and there wasn't a lot said between them outside of the experiments and how Jackson even existed. It was tense, but he'd done right by him, or, he at least assumed that much.
"How-" A beat. He straightened his sports coat. "How've you been?"
He shrugged. How he was always ended up starting interesting conversations with people. "Still alive." That was what mattered most anyways, right? Jackson seemed to think so. "I've been starting to remember a little more lately," he said casually as if he were talking about a blue sky.
"But what about you?" Because he had no intention of talking about little broken pieces to his puzzle.
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He'd been grocery shopping, just pulling the cart out of the store filled with things for his home of just one. Amelia and Claire hadn't made it out of that warehouse and every day Jimmy blamed himself for it. Looking at the boxes of macaroni and cheese there he couldn't help but feel melancholic. He'd let down so many, and even now after the war, that feeling still resonated with him.
Rolling to the car, the spark of electricity being tossed up and down caught his eye and he had to stop at a dead halt before shouting Jackson's name to get his attention, the default reaction it seemed.
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Droppping his hands and pushing up off the sidewalk to stand, the spark fizzled out. He didn't bother to brush off his jeans since they already had little burn marks across them now. His jacket was in no better condition. "Jimmy," he called with a nod of recognition as he approached.
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"How-" A beat. He straightened his sports coat. "How've you been?"
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"But what about you?" Because he had no intention of talking about little broken pieces to his puzzle.
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