“Play date. Pft.” Jack chuckled at the phrase as he set his brush down, and gently massaged his right wrist with his left hand. “I don’t see why not. He’s the one who works at the museum right?” he asked, glancing back at her.
Then she asks aboyt Vyctor. – Jack goes quiet. He looks at her, before down at his wrist which he is still holding, and lets it go. He sits there for a moment, before slowly speaking.
“I… I would still like to. To talk to him.”
She leaned forward, her bruises protesting her as her face scrunched up in pain. She tried to set it in a concerned look so he wouldn’t worry.
“Which one do you want to meet first? And do you want me there with you?” she asked softly.
“Katelynn. Sit back.” Jack said as sternly, but softly, as he could. “Your body’s mending and it won’t if you bend too much…” he then sighed, and looked down at his hands.
“Sorry. I mean. I. I should meet… meet Vyctor first, shouldn’t I…?”
Jack Maple 