Wasn't an artist

"I missed you too." Bret turns his head to give Charlotte's forehead a kiss. "Feels like I've been gone forever. I can't wait to get back to the track." His eyes go a little wide. "I gotta get back there so we can get some money to make up the baby room."

A teasing smile spreads on his face. "What do you think about a NASCAR theme?"


Jason leans his head on the truck window, lost in his own world as he received Katie's feelings. For a moment, it feels different... almost like their communication was smoother... like waves within the flow were gone. He shrugs it off. As far as he knew, it still worked the same way as it always had. If he didn't give Katie an overabundance of emotions, she couldn't give back because she couldn't manipulate her own, and if she wasn't there to receive them, Jason would be up a creek too. They were interlocked... for life. For one of the first times though, Jason couldn't say he minded too much. He knew it made Katie happy, and that made it worth any trials along the way. He knew now what his role was... and that was to support her, not try and make it easier, which in turn, usually just made things harder for her.

"...arrive tonight?"

"Huh?" Jason turns quickly to Sparky. "What?"

Sparky grins. "You were in your own little world there, weren't you? I was just asking what time you were going to get back home tonight."


Jeff doodles on a napkin, not really sure what to do next. He couldn't help in the barn. He was tired of sleeping, even though he was tired. He felt just a little useless, wondering if he'd be able to do anything again. Rick had told him recovery would be long, and Jeff was aware that his body would forever be weak so he'd have to be careful whenever he got sick. But it was all pretty wearisome. At least he had family here. And some things of the past had been resolved as a result, so that was good.

Looking down at his napkin, he looks at the stupid looking horse. Well, he wasn't an artist, that was for sure.