[for rob]

*previously*
Jack and Chase were on the beach, talking for the first time in a while.

"I'm not avoiding you, Rob," he said, unable to keep from touching him. "Say what you want to say."

[for gwen]

Jack had talked to Dream, the Lord Whatever, and as the sun dropped beneath the horizon the potential of dreaming was something he just wanted to avoid. Horrible was what the man had said, and he hadn't been off.

So, under the guise of 'pain relief', Jack had taken a joint and matches out into the grass near the treehouse and laid back to look at the stars. As he inhaled the smoke he wondered which of them he'd been to. Which of them he'd never be close to again.