[ D'Artagnan moves inside, glances at Jack, and then shrugs his shoulders. ]
I'd have to know where I'm living for that.
[ Which is to say, he hasn't any idea. He's been wandering around the rec area, not really paying attention to anything, and trying to drown out anything resembling emotion. The alcohol is only making him worse, which he ought to know. ]
I can go again, if you want. But I brought you this.
[ He holds out the bottle. It's unopened, so it's not responsible for his unhappy state. The wine that did that is already gone, unfortunately. ]
[ D’Artagnan nods, but doesn’t actually move. After a moment, he seems to realise what Jack is doing, and frowns. ]
You need…I’ll be back.
[ He disappears back out the door, and returns a few minutes later having raided the rec area again. He’d have preferred a whole lemon, but a tub of the slices that go in cocktails is enough, along with a dish of sugar that should’ve been used to rim glasses. He brings these to the kitchen. ]
Lemon and sugar. For the wine. They go in the pot.
[ This, he can focus on. Jack is right. This stuff helps him feel better, and it reminds him of home. It’ll help now. ]
[ uh, wuh, wait-- okay there he goes. for a while, jack's sitting there hoping he didn't piss him off with the shower thing. but soon enough, he's popping back in, with the rest of what's need. oh. okay, cool.
jack takes the new ingredients and heads for the kitchen, waving d'artagnan to follow. ]
Come on. You have to show me how to make this.
[ and then d'artagnan can shower while this cooks. or whatever it does. ]
[ He follows. Somehow it's easier to do this, to think about this. It forces him to not think about Ajna, so he's not getting lost in his own thoughts. He nods towards the wine. ]
You have to heat it. On a low heat, not too much. You don't want it to boil. Put the sugar in with it, until it dissolves.
[ pulling out a pot, jack sets the stove to a low heat and carefully pours the wine into it, followed by the sugar being stirred in. he's not big on cooking - that was silas's bag - but he likes being able to make things for himself. ]
How does the lemon work into it?
[ glancing over to d'artagnan, he pauses a beat, and then smiles warmly. ]
I'd needed the company as much as you. [ he sighs, looking back to the pot, a moment passing. ] I'm sorry, for what I convinced you to do.
[ D'Artagnan waits until steam is rising, and then drops a slice of lemon into it. He hands the others to Jack, gesturing for him to do the same. ]
Don't squeeze. The heat brings the flavour out. You want a slice in each glass, if you can.
[ He'd have put cloves in the slices before dropping them in if he could, but he hadn't found any of those in the bar area.
He pauses only when Jack says that last thing, and then he looks up. Jack's smiling at him, and it's warm and friendly in a way that makes him just want to stay here. He looks down again, shaking his head. ]
No. You were right. They would have killed me if I refused, or worse. [ Glancing up. ] I didn't have a choice. That's not your fault.
[ jack watches intently, trying to memorize how this works, possibly so he can remember it later and bring d'artagnan some when he looks depressed. maybe. maybe he cares. following as he says, he drops the lemon in, no squeezing, and maybe tips his head to look into the pot some, watching it curiously. ]
Two works, then. Unless we plan on letting Hanna have some, but she's a drunk anyway.
[ said as a joke, because haaaaa, jack calling anyone a drunk. hilarious.
he doesn't feel like he's right, he feels like he's selfish. incredibly selfish, and it stews in his mind for a moment, as d'artagnan's words settle. they feel warm, and perhaps are more a comfort because of that then they are for what they actually mean. ]
[ D'Artagnan glances up at his face, before letting his eyes drop back to the pot. It's starting to smell nice now, with the lemon juice working through. He lifts the bowl of sugar, offering it to Jack. ]
Don't let it boil. You don't want to run the alcohol off.
How sweet do you like it? Put in as much as you want.
[ He had never made it very sweet. They didn't, in France, but he'd let Jack choose. And now, while he doesn't go for the shower, he does go to wash his face, and rub water up into his hair. It feels a little better. ]
[ accepting the bowl, he keeps his eyes on the pot, keeping it on a low simmer rather than too heated. soon, he starts to add in sugar, tasting in between.
spotting d'artagnan walk off, he assumnes he's heading to the shower, and calls out after him. ]
Everything you need should be in there. Let me know if we're out of towels.
[ D'Artagnan is already on his way back out when Jack mentions towels, and then he pauses, and goes back in to find one. That means he comes back with his face dry. His hair is still wet at the roots. ]
You have plenty. I don't...really feel, like.
[ Anything, he wants to say. It's hard to think about things too deeply. It's why all his movements are abrupt, why he keeps walking away without explaining. He stops talking now, glances in the pot, and changes the subject. ]
That looks good. Don't let it boil, remember. It can come off when you like the taste.
[ jack lifts his eyes to regard at d'artagnan as he makes his way back in, fairly surprised to see it's only his face that's been washed. that had been fast. ]
I didn't... mean take an inventory of my towels. Nevermind.
[ well, it's whatever. if that's what he feels like doing for now. his attention goes back to the pot, lowering the heat a little. after a moment, he dips a spoon in, lifting it up and presenting to to d'artagnan. ]
[ D'Artagnan comes back over, covering Jack's hand with his own to keep it steady and then tasting the wine. He makes a little sound and then nods, frowning down at the pan. ]
Mmm. You're not that bad. Turn the heat down, it's good. It could take more sugar if you like it sweet.
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Is there something you have against showering?
[ a quip, but he doubts d'artagnan's head is in a great place right now. ]
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I'd have to know where I'm living for that.
[ Which is to say, he hasn't any idea. He's been wandering around the rec area, not really paying attention to anything, and trying to drown out anything resembling emotion. The alcohol is only making him worse, which he ought to know. ]
I can go again, if you want. But I brought you this.
[ He holds out the bottle. It's unopened, so it's not responsible for his unhappy state. The wine that did that is already gone, unfortunately. ]
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I didn't invite you over just to be an alcohol runner.
[ though he does take the wine from him and head towards the kitchen to heat it, like d'artagnan had for him before. ]
You can use our shower if you want.
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You need…I’ll be back.
[ He disappears back out the door, and returns a few minutes later having raided the rec area again. He’d have preferred a whole lemon, but a tub of the slices that go in cocktails is enough, along with a dish of sugar that should’ve been used to rim glasses. He brings these to the kitchen. ]
Lemon and sugar. For the wine. They go in the pot.
[ This, he can focus on. Jack is right. This stuff helps him feel better, and it reminds him of home. It’ll help now. ]
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jack takes the new ingredients and heads for the kitchen, waving d'artagnan to follow. ]
Come on. You have to show me how to make this.
[ and then d'artagnan can shower while this cooks. or whatever it does. ]
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You have to heat it. On a low heat, not too much. You don't want it to boil. Put the sugar in with it, until it dissolves.
[ A glance at him, then. ]
Thanks. For inviting me.
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How does the lemon work into it?
[ glancing over to d'artagnan, he pauses a beat, and then smiles warmly. ]
I'd needed the company as much as you. [ he sighs, looking back to the pot, a moment passing. ] I'm sorry, for what I convinced you to do.
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Don't squeeze. The heat brings the flavour out. You want a slice in each glass, if you can.
[ He'd have put cloves in the slices before dropping them in if he could, but he hadn't found any of those in the bar area.
He pauses only when Jack says that last thing, and then he looks up. Jack's smiling at him, and it's warm and friendly in a way that makes him just want to stay here. He looks down again, shaking his head. ]
No. You were right. They would have killed me if I refused, or worse. [ Glancing up. ] I didn't have a choice. That's not your fault.
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Two works, then. Unless we plan on letting Hanna have some, but she's a drunk anyway.
[ said as a joke, because haaaaa, jack calling anyone a drunk. hilarious.
he doesn't feel like he's right, he feels like he's selfish. incredibly selfish, and it stews in his mind for a moment, as d'artagnan's words settle. they feel warm, and perhaps are more a comfort because of that then they are for what they actually mean. ]
So now what?
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Don't let it boil. You don't want to run the alcohol off.
How sweet do you like it? Put in as much as you want.
[ He had never made it very sweet. They didn't, in France, but he'd let Jack choose. And now, while he doesn't go for the shower, he does go to wash his face, and rub water up into his hair. It feels a little better. ]
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spotting d'artagnan walk off, he assumnes he's heading to the shower, and calls out after him. ]
Everything you need should be in there. Let me know if we're out of towels.
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You have plenty. I don't...really feel, like.
[ Anything, he wants to say. It's hard to think about things too deeply. It's why all his movements are abrupt, why he keeps walking away without explaining. He stops talking now, glances in the pot, and changes the subject. ]
That looks good. Don't let it boil, remember. It can come off when you like the taste.
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I didn't... mean take an inventory of my towels. Nevermind.
[ well, it's whatever. if that's what he feels like doing for now. his attention goes back to the pot, lowering the heat a little. after a moment, he dips a spoon in, lifting it up and presenting to to d'artagnan. ]
You taste test. I'm bad at cooking.
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Mmm. You're not that bad. Turn the heat down, it's good. It could take more sugar if you like it sweet.
[ A very slight smile. ]
I like the lemon. Do you have glasses?