❝ you ---- you really do somethin' damn special up there, miss wheeler. wouldn't believe it if somebody'd told me. ❞ there's admiration in his voice, bright as his eyes. it's infectious, maybe ---- contagious, caught in the sight of the aerialist swirling somewhere above just moments before, captured in pages that had spread over his lap. it wasn't as much as he'd have wanted ---- constantly in motion, she was difficult to capture and put to paper, difficult to pin down in anything other than loose strokes, barely stopping long enough for jack to finish anything more than gestures. maybe he's done enough to disturb her by just being around, but it wasn't like he hadn't been hired for it. ❝ it's gonna be nothin' like seein' you do half that stuff in person, but it's sure gettin' close. ❞