( Jack's behind the counter, because he's pretty much always behind the counter. In his hands, a book he's both less than proud of, and not nearly ashamed enough of.
The sound of a voice gets him dragging his attention out of it, and Cal's met with a perfectly polite: )
Hi, can I help you?
( Like this is an actual gas station. Like anybody who turned up would be a fucking customer or something.
Look, it's automatic. He can't help it, he just kind of... forgets, sometimes. A lot. )
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The sound of a voice gets him dragging his attention out of it, and Cal's met with a perfectly polite: )
Hi, can I help you?
( Like this is an actual gas station. Like anybody who turned up would be a fucking customer or something.
Look, it's automatic. He can't help it, he just kind of... forgets, sometimes. A lot. )