Sunlight

Jason cringes just a little. "Oops." He tries not to let his embarrassment continue to bombard him. By now Katie knew everything about the way he felt, so who cared. "Okay, okay... one more try... Um..."

He racks his brain, trying to think of something again...two things with strong emotions attached. Snagging onto a scene with he band, he pulls that one up. Getting ready to play, backstage, his nerves were high. Excited, but a ball of nerves.

He squints a little. It almost hurt to do this. What else... Con. Jason replays the day he'd heard that Con might have died in the cave-in. It was dread and fear this time. He felt it again, but tucked it safely back, letting the nervousness from the JetStream experience rule. At least if Katie felt both it was less intimate...though he was pretty sure that this time he'd gotten it. All he had to do was let the nervousness out, turn off that fear, and.... He blinks. It hurt. But he knew it had worked.

Looking Katie in the eye again, he cocks his head, testing her. "How about now, smarty pants."


Carson flinches a little as Misty touches the bruise. No, he'd had a fist the size of a dinner plate coming at him a hundred miles an hour to slam iron knuckles into the side of his face. But sure...moving wrong while he slept would do just as well. "Guess I ought to get a softer pillow eh?"

His eyes continue to roam, finally settling on a bent blade of grass by his sneaker. He could feel Misty looking at her...he could feel her hesitance. She knew something was wrong. And why wouldn't she? It didn't take a genius to figure out that Carson was skirting around issues, and now she was catching on that he'd been lying. Was it even possible to ease her mind while continuing to keep his secret? He didn't know.

"Well, since this is gone..." He puts out his cigarette and changes the subject. "I suppose I should go back inside. "They see both of us gone, they're liable to think I ran off with you or something."


Bret squints a little as the sunshine comes in through the window. Tilting his head, he studies Charlotte's frame, pondering her words. She was flirty, outgoing, adventurous and fun. But she hadn't sacrificed her mind. She had a grasp on feelings that Bret didn't often see in people anymore.

"When I let the sunlight in, I see the dirt even better," he muses in rebuttal. "At least in the dark I can't see what a mess I'm in."

Stuffing another cracker in his mouth and finishing off his water, he stands up. He was starting to dwell on the past, and that was something he avoided at all cost. "I'm going to take a shower and change into something that will convince your sister I was behaving myself all day. If you haven't had breakfast, help yourself to whatever I got. If you have..." He stops, entering the hallway. "Entertain yourself."