Lincoln took a few steps closer to Jack, furrowing his brow. “I hadn’t thought about that earlier.” He wished there was something ge could do, but he wasn’t sure what else he could do besides just talking with him. “Do you often travel alone?”
Jack's lips twitched in a faint smile. "Yeah. It's actually pretty rare for us in the Corps to travel together, though we do on occasion." he replied. "So usually it's just me."
“Usually…” he echoed softly as he turned to another cupboard and set down a couple bowls for the two of them. “Like I’ve mentioned before, if you’ll have me, I would love to go on a couple trips with you. When we get your Tip repaired, of course.”
Jack nodded a little. "Yeah. I'll take you, alright? Just on one or two, though." he replied with a faint smile.
“Fine, fine,” he laughed, “I know I keep bugging you about it, I’m just so excited.” He divided the beans into two bowls, and set one aside for Jack.
Jack grinned, picking up a bowl. "I don't mind enthusiasm." He replied, looking at Lincoln. "But travel is impossible until Tip gets fixed."
“Of course,” he shuffled through some drawers for spoons. “Are we going to the shop tomorrow, then? I think we’ll be quite weary after we go to the bar tonight.”
Jack nodded. "Tomorrow sounds like a good plan to me." He responded, taking a spoon. His fingers brushed against Lincoln's, and his mouth twitched in a faint smile.
Lincoln’s motions stuttered are the brief touch, a smile appearing on his face as well. He took the spoon and placed it in his bowl. “I’m not entirely sure what to expect from this bar. I cant even begin to predict the energy, if the music is going to be peaceful or lively.”
Jack put his spoon in the bowl, and shrugged. "I don't know either." he replied softly. "But it'll be fun." he smiled over at Lincoln, and took a careful bite of the food.
“It will,” Lincoln grinned, taking a bite of the beans. He blinked off to the side while he judged how good they tasted. He nodded approvingly, “Decent enough,” he decided.
Jack nodded. "Mhm. I'm not dying of spice, so it's fine." he chuckled softly, taking another bite.
"Damn, my genius plan failed," he teased, swirling his spoon around the bowl to help try and cool it off. It wasn't burning hot, but still uncomfortably warm if he wasn't tentative with it.
He laughed a little, blowing on it to cool it down. "Aye, it did." He agreed, smiling over at Lincoln, and then taking another bite of food.
Lincoln looked sideways back at him. The corner of his eyelids were crinkled happily, even as he lifted his spoon to take another bite. For no reason other than to be funny, he winked at Jack.
Jack laughed at the wink, and stuck his tongue out in return, then went back to eating.
Lincoln chuckled heartily through a close lipped smile. His thoughts today had been primarily focused on Jack, a stark difference than what his thoughts were composed of yesterday. He’d never thought of himself as an emotional person, normally only understood gears and artificial moving parts. This warm, fuzzy feeling in heart chest felt very foreign, and yet right.
Jack kept eating, blowing on the beans to keep them cool. He finished. "What should I do with the bowl?" he asked, holding it up as if to demonstrate.
“Just put it in the basin over there,” he gestured, scraping his spoon across the bottom of the bowl to get the last bite.
He nodded, putting his bowl in the basin and sitting down on the couch, watching Lincoln with a soft smile.
He set his own bowl there too, and glanced back at Jack. “Ready to go…?” He asked softer.
"Yeah." he replied, getting up and running his hands through his hair in a useless attempt to tame it.
“Perfect.” Lincoln didn’t bother trying to tame his hair, it was too curly and unmanageable to bother fighting with it now.
Jack reached over and tucked one of Lincoln's curls behind his ear. "Shall we head out?" he gestured to the door with a smile.
Lincoln smiled at the small gesture, very aware of how close Jack’s hand came to his face “Yes, we shall.”
Timeskip to the bar?)