He polished off his dinner. He'd never feel right about leaving good food uneaten on his plate. Waste not, want not. Jack's world was one of excess, but Forrest would live like a poor man, until the day he died.
And while the food was adequate, and the pie was suitably sweet, he hardly noticed. Maggie was, as she'd been for a good long while now, the soul keeper of his attention. Which was why he noticed her reaction, first. The tension in her shoulders, the faint line between her brows.
And then he heard it. His own body tensed, bristling like a threatened animal. Slowly, he sat back in his chair, his eyes narrowed as the manager cut out on them, like a goddamn coward.
"Hm," Forrest grunted, rising to his feet. He shook his head slowly, holding out a hand to motion for Maggie to stay put. He edged toward the window, his hand sliding into the pocket of his cardigan.
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Date: 2016-02-26 03:22 am (UTC)And while the food was adequate, and the pie was suitably sweet, he hardly noticed. Maggie was, as she'd been for a good long while now, the soul keeper of his attention. Which was why he noticed her reaction, first. The tension in her shoulders, the faint line between her brows.
And then he heard it. His own body tensed, bristling like a threatened animal. Slowly, he sat back in his chair, his eyes narrowed as the manager cut out on them, like a goddamn coward.
"Hm," Forrest grunted, rising to his feet. He shook his head slowly, holding out a hand to motion for Maggie to stay put. He edged toward the window, his hand sliding into the pocket of his cardigan.
Outside, it was gray. Visibility was for shit.
"That boss of yours didn't mention this, hm?"