[Picking up a paint brush he begins dabbling against a blank canvas; something he does, now and then, when on the phone to somebody.] Y-yeah not too long… but, you know. I r-really just feel she’s the one for me.
[Hesitates before answering] … Well, if you’re really sure. [Soft chuckle] I guess I really shouldn’t talk. My own parents did the whirlwind romance thing, so I know it can work.
[Jack laughs slightly, adding some blue and yellow to the painting.] Y-yeah? Mine did too… in fact w-when my mother first met my fa-father she slapped him right in the face. S-Six months later they were married.
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