[His brush stops, and he stares at the colorful mess that this phone call’s brought on. It’s becoming darker, now, so he pulls his brush away from the canvas. Jack bites at his bottom lip nervously.] Um. I-I just d-d-don’t do w-w-well in f-f-front of… o-of… um… I… sh-she really w-w-would try an-anything I… [He sighs, shutting his eyes. He had to get a grip.]
[Man, this guy is really a mess.] Like I said, Jack, it’s your choice. We don’t know for sure she’ll try anything. I only thought you might want to be prepared, just in case. [Privately, she thinks his obvious nervousness would do a lot to help convince a judge that he needs the protection, but she’s not going to threaten the guy’s male ego by saying so]
[On top of that it would show what a drastic difference there was between him and the more famous blue skinned man running around causing trouble for the city. While he certainly looked a lot like him there was obvious differences in who they were. Important differences at that…] O-okay… I-I wi-will. I’ll t-t-think ab-about it…
Jack Maple 