His fingers tangle further into the reins at her response, gaze finally torn away from her and fixed on the steady bounce of the mare's neck as his horse ambles forward.
Jack nearly mirrors the sentiment, to admit that maybe it's been hard for him to forget too, lips parted to answer -- because gods it's been hard not to think of her since his return from Panem, even moreso now that they weren't worlds apart and she's physically here -- but she continues on and Jack quiets. Naught to do with him. Of course. Foolish of him to think.
"Aye. Hard not to be reminded of the vile place." He straightens in the saddle, looking ahead. "Mayhaps that'll fade in time."
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Date: 2016-03-26 06:27 am (UTC)Jack nearly mirrors the sentiment, to admit that maybe it's been hard for him to forget too, lips parted to answer -- because gods it's been hard not to think of her since his return from Panem, even moreso now that they weren't worlds apart and she's physically here -- but she continues on and Jack quiets. Naught to do with him. Of course. Foolish of him to think.
"Aye. Hard not to be reminded of the vile place." He straightens in the saddle, looking ahead. "Mayhaps that'll fade in time."