[Finally, finally Jack decides to sit, dropping to the grass heavily still a respectable distance from Jesse, more for his own sake as much as Jesse's. But he's watching, leant in slightly with that unwavering glare.]
Maybe you are special. Or maybe you are doing it for something. Not money, but... repentance? [It's usually that or self-congratulations and approval of others, but this kid doesn't really strike him as the type, not when sprawled in a park alone.]
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Maybe you are special. Or maybe you are doing it for something. Not money, but... repentance? [It's usually that or self-congratulations and approval of others, but this kid doesn't really strike him as the type, not when sprawled in a park alone.]