"I will. Night, Sara," Jack says, squeezing her hand before leaving the room.
Once the door's closed behind him, he lets out a breath, running his hands through his hair then rubbing the back of his neck with both hands. "Christ, could I ever use a drink."
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Date: 2007-11-14 04:19 am (UTC)Once the door's closed behind him, he lets out a breath, running his hands through his hair then rubbing the back of his neck with both hands. "Christ, could I ever use a drink."