How's that beer?" Jack asked, dishtowel in hand, eyeing the nearly empty glass. "I'm good," Ian said. "Just let me know," he said, turning away. "Ah," Ian said, getting his attention but not exactly calling him back. Jack turned, lifted an eyebrow. Silent. "She tell you to leave me alone?" A small huff of laughter escaped Jack. "Pal, the first thing you learn when you open a bar-talk if they talk, shut up if they don't." Ian tilted his head. Maybe he could stand this place once in a while. "She tried to explain me to the librarian in Eureka as an idiot savant." Jack smiled and Ian felt an odd sensation-it was a funny story; he liked sharing a funny story. He used to make the guys laugh when he wasn't making them work. "She tell you she was looking for me?" "She did." For some reason unclear even to him, Ian did something he hadn't done since finding himself in these mountains-he pushed on it a little bit. "She tell you anything about me?" "Couple of things." "Like?" "Like, you and me-we were in Fallujah about the same time." "Should've known. You have that jarhead look about you. Just so you're clear-I don't talk about that time." Jack smiled lazily. "Just so you're clear, neither do I." *
( Robyn Carr )
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