Jack listened as he painted, nodding his head now and then. It was nice of her to think of her friends as family, Six especially since the man had an air about him that spoke of experiencing terrible things, and yet still surviving. Jack thought his childhood was horrible but he had to wonder what kind of childhood Six had had.
“Right… I think Bernard sounds like a good start?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied, picking up a pencil in an attempt to draw. She tried go glide the pencil across the page, got frustrated with how it wasn’t coming out and erased it. “If he’s the one you want to meet first I can set up a play date sometime?”
She gave him a teasing smile. She wasn’t sure why it was, but every time she mentioned about him about meeting new people, she considered them as dates for him.
But then she remembered someone she had left out and her curiosity got the best of her.
“And what of Mr. Vycter…?”
“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.”
Jack Maple 