Everything is Mendable
Jack pursed his lips, “I can help you know, spruce up the place with you again.” He felt partly responsible for some reason or maybe it was the need to fix something after all that’s happened left him with this urge to try.
He grew silent once more, following closely behind Brunnie up the steps and in to the nook. The accumulation of dust only increasing in a puff are once Jack joined the girl on the opposite cushion she gestured to. He seemed hesitant again, pulling out his battered hands from the pocket of his sweatshirt to hold out for the brunette.
Jack bore in to his own hands, noting the patches of discoloration, bruises and raw cuts before the urge to hide them again was like an itch he couldn’t scratch under Brunnie’s surveillance. He instead choice to look up at her sheepishly, “…thanks B.”