for @eggplantlilly, who just might be the nicest person on the planet
He stares at his phone for a while. His hands are clammy, and he gets caught up in rubbing them up and down the thighs of his jeans. He can hear a faucet dripping – the one in the kitchen, or maybe the guest bathroom off the living room. Maybe it’s leaky. That’s probably a problem. He should call a plumber.
He should call Jack. That’s what he sat down here to do, after all. New year, new him. Better him.
Logically, he knows his phone doesn’t weigh 10 pounds, but it feels like it does when he picks it up. His finger hovers over Jack’s contact for a long minute. He sucks in a breath as he finally clicks it, brings the phone up to his ear slowly, gingerly.