[He smiles a little, though it's a bit half-hearted. Maybe sentimental is the world. It's easy to pretend he's a different person, Angela's arm looped through his. Even if they refrained from this kind of physical contact (it's largely unprofessional), this is familiar. Comfortable. He can't honestly object to it.]
Bees are pretty self-sufficient.
[Things Jack thought he'd never have to explain--but here he is, he supposes. It's not all bad. Strolling quietly along the edge of Angela's property, Eiger bounding through the grass, Angela laughing at the way he entertains himself. He's got the urge to bait the dog into a chase again, but figures it's probably not a good idea to risk aggravating his injury. Besides, it's nice to be at Angela's side.
Still, there's an itch that he doesn't think will go away. He can't keep his mind off his mission, how he's being barred from that as long as he has to wait here.]
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Bees are pretty self-sufficient.
[Things Jack thought he'd never have to explain--but here he is, he supposes. It's not all bad. Strolling quietly along the edge of Angela's property, Eiger bounding through the grass, Angela laughing at the way he entertains himself. He's got the urge to bait the dog into a chase again, but figures it's probably not a good idea to risk aggravating his injury. Besides, it's nice to be at Angela's side.
Still, there's an itch that he doesn't think will go away. He can't keep his mind off his mission, how he's being barred from that as long as he has to wait here.]
Feels a bit too much like retirement, though.