The offer to rent a boat seems to come out of nowhere, and Jack isn't entirely sure how to take it. It's a kind offer, but it seems like Eliot is already planning seasons ahead, as if there's no question that they'll be stuck here forever. He doesn't want to dismiss Eliot's kindness by criticizing the offer, but at the same time he doesn't want to agree that a boat ride might cure him of his longing for the sea.
He hesitates long enough for Eliot to move on, and falls in step next to him. The plan of action for right now is an easier thing to agree to.
"Yes, and after that I'd like to find a place to try some of this on. I can do some alterations myself if need be, but I'd rather buy things that fit to begin with if that's at all possible." It would also be helpful to know how all of this is supposed to fit before he tries to pick out a warm coat.
As they walk into the new section, Jack pauses as Eliot goes to look at the available options. His eyes scan over the strange line of Eliot's jaw, noting again the subtle deformation there, and wonders if it was something that Eliot had had to fight for people to accept, if they had taken him less seriously because of it.
What even happens to someone that doesn't look perfect in a world where things can be fixed by magic? Maybe something like that could be a side-effect of magic gone wrong. "Eliot," he asks simply, "did something magical happen to your jaw? Or were you born with it that way?"
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He hesitates long enough for Eliot to move on, and falls in step next to him. The plan of action for right now is an easier thing to agree to.
"Yes, and after that I'd like to find a place to try some of this on. I can do some alterations myself if need be, but I'd rather buy things that fit to begin with if that's at all possible." It would also be helpful to know how all of this is supposed to fit before he tries to pick out a warm coat.
As they walk into the new section, Jack pauses as Eliot goes to look at the available options. His eyes scan over the strange line of Eliot's jaw, noting again the subtle deformation there, and wonders if it was something that Eliot had had to fight for people to accept, if they had taken him less seriously because of it.
What even happens to someone that doesn't look perfect in a world where things can be fixed by magic? Maybe something like that could be a side-effect of magic gone wrong. "Eliot," he asks simply, "did something magical happen to your jaw? Or were you born with it that way?"