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[wolfkissed]

[Maybe it is meant to be. Maybe it's not and Jack's just never given a damn about meant to be and should be and has always just charged forth, guns blazing (metaphorically or otherwise) into will be.

Whatever it is, it takes four minutes and thirty-six seconds to set into motion.

Jack sees him from across the street, standing in the rain, getting bedraggled. Though the face is different, the eyes - those impossibly old eyes in that impossibly young face - still look out at the world the same way. His heart skips a beat (or two or three or) and he moves, quickly, shifting his umbrella to cover both of them.]

Need an umbrella?

[movingrightalong]

[Look at you, Jack, looking just as good as you did the last time he saw you. A few more wrinkles around the eyes that only servr to remind the Doctor of Rose, of the guilt of knowing exactly how Jack's existence continues on. He smiles, that same goofy smile he's had for centuries to distract from the fact that it didn't quite reach his eyes. ]

Nah, you know me, always bouncing back in the face of hydronitrates. You should see the rain on Attripe, now that is worth the titanium umbrella.

[ It's been a long time, Jack. ]