[Hereabouts, the matter of mobile gaming up and falls off his radar completely. Hands gone still, Jack's phone still loosely held in between his knees. It's a lot of contextless information, freely given, but it's starting to add up. So his attention has gone very quickly from mildly indulgent bemusement at Jack's weirdly easy attitude and comparative verbal quirks toward something else. Sharp and studying.
Lets back up there a minute, bud.]
Again? [Grandfather was mad at me. What the hell.] Christ.
[Well, there's one thing they have in common. Could mean nothing. But you've got to admit—it's one hell of a datapoint. A barely-there beat, while he weighs how (or if) he wants to approach this angle. Then, deliberately—]
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Lets back up there a minute, bud.]
Again? [Grandfather was mad at me. What the hell.] Christ.
[Well, there's one thing they have in common. Could mean nothing. But you've got to admit—it's one hell of a datapoint. A barely-there beat, while he weighs how (or if) he wants to approach this angle. Then, deliberately—]
Most people only get one bite at that apple.
[Most people.]