Jack had left his hand extended until the shake. He didn't flinch, but he returned the shake the way he had learned from the boys. Firm and quick, though, nowhere near as firm as Michael's shake was. His hand dropped back down to the table once he let go.
His eyes widened, clearly with a glimmer of joy. Pizza was a favorite and it felt real enough. He had so many questions about the horizons he had never asked. "May I?" He asked, waiting for any sign of approval before he'd grab a piece and dig in. The human half not only needed food, but craved it, and this was nearly a taste of home.
"Both." Jack spoke after he took a bite. "He's tried both before." He confirmed. A wave of guilt washing back over him. A few months with his soul back here, and he still felt so guilty over Mary's death. He deserved worse than the Malik box. "That's what I thought too... and they're my family. It made the most sense, I can't go to him. I know who he is." He meant Lucifer, and it showed by his tone.
The adult approval meant so much more than Michael could ever understand. "That seems like the same woman, yes. She was helping me make a Dungeons and dragon's character." Not that Michael asked, but Jack was relaxing as he ate his pizza. "I will keep to the free cities then." Jack spoke more of a promise. Who knew if he'd keep it, though, he didn't have a great track record with promises.
Taking a breath he sat back, putting the pizza back down on a plate before him as he looked to Michael making eye contact. "The first time was after my father; Lucifer, stole my grace. It left me mostly human, and I died the first time from that." He spoke, almost detached, in that odd Castiel matter-of-factly way. "The second time probably hasn't happened for me yet. I've died more than once now, though. It wouldn't surprise me."
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His eyes widened, clearly with a glimmer of joy. Pizza was a favorite and it felt real enough. He had so many questions about the horizons he had never asked. "May I?" He asked, waiting for any sign of approval before he'd grab a piece and dig in. The human half not only needed food, but craved it, and this was nearly a taste of home.
"Both." Jack spoke after he took a bite. "He's tried both before." He confirmed. A wave of guilt washing back over him. A few months with his soul back here, and he still felt so guilty over Mary's death. He deserved worse than the Malik box. "That's what I thought too... and they're my family. It made the most sense, I can't go to him. I know who he is." He meant Lucifer, and it showed by his tone.
The adult approval meant so much more than Michael could ever understand. "That seems like the same woman, yes. She was helping me make a Dungeons and dragon's character." Not that Michael asked, but Jack was relaxing as he ate his pizza. "I will keep to the free cities then." Jack spoke more of a promise. Who knew if he'd keep it, though, he didn't have a great track record with promises.
Taking a breath he sat back, putting the pizza back down on a plate before him as he looked to Michael making eye contact. "The first time was after my father; Lucifer, stole my grace. It left me mostly human, and I died the first time from that." He spoke, almost detached, in that odd Castiel matter-of-factly way. "The second time probably hasn't happened for me yet. I've died more than once now, though. It wouldn't surprise me."