Better. He'd been so scattered after the fighting. He knew his 'voice' hadn't even sounded anything like himself and that had to be scary. Especially when Jackson had really needed him after it.
He stepped forward, starting to reach out then stopping himself before glancing to the room. How're you? An' yer brother?
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Date: 2009-10-09 08:53 pm (UTC)He stepped forward, starting to reach out then stopping himself before glancing to the room. How're you? An' yer brother?