Jacks just stands and looks back at Rafe, a little awkward, waiting for him to react to the secret he just told.
“That’s really cool,” Rafe whispers.
“So, you probably are fitter than me,” Jacks says with a shrug. “Just…not magically powered. Why the hell did we run so far today?”
“I don’t know,” Rafe says, sighing and turning away from Jackson a little, looking out over the distance. “I just…wanted to run. And then I was pissed at you for keeping up with me, so I tried to wear you out. Which…obviously backfired.”
Jacks smirks a little, standing close at Rafe’s side and likewise looking out over the countryside. The two are quiet for a minute before Jackson, uncharacteristically, breaks the silence. “Jesse said,” he murmurs, “that…when your friends are upset you just…be there for them
