Post by Soldier 76 on Aug 25, 2016 0:06:12 GMT
Years and years had come and gone, the new Overwatch was in the hands of someone else, they'd done their time in it. Jesse frowned a bit looking over at the old man asleep in his chair. Seemed like only yesterday they'd met up in Dorado. He cleared his throat. "Jack, Jack wake up come on, it's almost dinner time," he said as he patted the man on the shoulder. The old soldier looked up at him confused.
"Oh, Jesse, what did you need? Did I fall asleep again?" He asked rubbing his face a bit. "Something smells good..."
"Dinner, it's almost ready come on," the cowboy mused, as he watched the man struggle up for a moment. How many years had it been now? 20? Must be at least around there. He smiled as best he could but there was a realization dawning in him recently. Jack was significantly older than he was, he dreaded the day that finally did catch up with them. "Need help?"
"No I don't need any damned help, I can pull a chair out on my own, I'm not that old..." he grumbled in return, shuffling it out before taking a seat. One of the Labradors put it's greying nose on his lap. "Hey, no begging, not from me anyway." He pushed him off. "So what's for dinner?"
Jesse rolled his eyes. "I told you three times we're having chili don't you listen to me anymore?" he asked.
"I don't know maybe my hearings going bad as my memory," Jack replied with a light chuckle. He scratched his chin and caught sight of himself in the window. Wow, had he really gotten that old? Jesse caught him looking and pat him on the shoulder.
"Looking good today Jack, though this lick of yours..." Jesse mused as he tried to tame it. It was not one to be beaten down. "Some day I'll fix that." Someday, how many somedays were there yet? Jack shrugged. He poked at the food in his dish, sprinkled with cheese and served with a bit of cornbread. He took a few bites carefully to avoid burning himself.
Seemed he had something on his mind. "You ever think...about what happens after?" he asked of Jesse who shrugged.
"After what pardner?"
"After well after I'm gone." There was an uncomfortable silence.
"No, why should I?" Jesse finally asked.
"It's just...I'm so much older than you, I hate to think about it but, I'll probably be leaving you alone, for quite a while," Jack murmured as he poked around the chili coaxing out a few beans as he hummed. "I've got savings, you won't have to worry about that...but..." He trailed off.
"But what?" Jesse's tone was obviously distressed, he didn't like these conversations but they seemed to get more frequent every year.
"I just want you to know, if you remarry it's alright with me."
"And who would I want to marry after you?" He put down his spoon and sighed, shaking his head. "I don't want to talk about this." He didn't want an argument.
"We really ought to though, Jesse, come on; I'm 76 years old, you're 58, this doesn't just go on forever," he said with furrowed brow.
"I didn't sign up for forever, if death do us part, so be it but I'm happier bein' alone after thats all said and done." He put an emphasis on the end, wanting the conversation over with. He stood up and brought his dish to the sink, he'd lost his appetite. Jack frowned and scratched his cheek.
"Alright...whatever you want Cowboy, sorry I brought it up," he said and finished up his dinner before standing back up and heading back for his chair. "Didn't mean to upset you." He leaned back and turned on some TV, turning it up just a bit louder than was reasonable. Since they'd stopped doing Overwatch, and all that Jack spent a lot of time just watching TV, used to work out and keep in shape but...eventually it'd gotten to be too much. Arthritis and getting tired crippled his want to do it anymore.
Jesse frowned. He looked over a the man watching the news. Getting old sucked. He glanced over at the wall, his hat hung there. They didn't have horses anymore, it was too much to manage alone; all they kept these days were chickens. He let out a sigh. "I love you, ya know?" he called over.
"I know, I love you too," he got in return. That was that he supposed. He pulled his hat off the wall and set it on his head. "I'm gonna go tend the chickens, be back in a bit." And he headed out, head filled with dreads. What happens after? He's not sure.
"Oh, Jesse, what did you need? Did I fall asleep again?" He asked rubbing his face a bit. "Something smells good..."
"Dinner, it's almost ready come on," the cowboy mused, as he watched the man struggle up for a moment. How many years had it been now? 20? Must be at least around there. He smiled as best he could but there was a realization dawning in him recently. Jack was significantly older than he was, he dreaded the day that finally did catch up with them. "Need help?"
"No I don't need any damned help, I can pull a chair out on my own, I'm not that old..." he grumbled in return, shuffling it out before taking a seat. One of the Labradors put it's greying nose on his lap. "Hey, no begging, not from me anyway." He pushed him off. "So what's for dinner?"
Jesse rolled his eyes. "I told you three times we're having chili don't you listen to me anymore?" he asked.
"I don't know maybe my hearings going bad as my memory," Jack replied with a light chuckle. He scratched his chin and caught sight of himself in the window. Wow, had he really gotten that old? Jesse caught him looking and pat him on the shoulder.
"Looking good today Jack, though this lick of yours..." Jesse mused as he tried to tame it. It was not one to be beaten down. "Some day I'll fix that." Someday, how many somedays were there yet? Jack shrugged. He poked at the food in his dish, sprinkled with cheese and served with a bit of cornbread. He took a few bites carefully to avoid burning himself.
Seemed he had something on his mind. "You ever think...about what happens after?" he asked of Jesse who shrugged.
"After what pardner?"
"After well after I'm gone." There was an uncomfortable silence.
"No, why should I?" Jesse finally asked.
"It's just...I'm so much older than you, I hate to think about it but, I'll probably be leaving you alone, for quite a while," Jack murmured as he poked around the chili coaxing out a few beans as he hummed. "I've got savings, you won't have to worry about that...but..." He trailed off.
"But what?" Jesse's tone was obviously distressed, he didn't like these conversations but they seemed to get more frequent every year.
"I just want you to know, if you remarry it's alright with me."
"And who would I want to marry after you?" He put down his spoon and sighed, shaking his head. "I don't want to talk about this." He didn't want an argument.
"We really ought to though, Jesse, come on; I'm 76 years old, you're 58, this doesn't just go on forever," he said with furrowed brow.
"I didn't sign up for forever, if death do us part, so be it but I'm happier bein' alone after thats all said and done." He put an emphasis on the end, wanting the conversation over with. He stood up and brought his dish to the sink, he'd lost his appetite. Jack frowned and scratched his cheek.
"Alright...whatever you want Cowboy, sorry I brought it up," he said and finished up his dinner before standing back up and heading back for his chair. "Didn't mean to upset you." He leaned back and turned on some TV, turning it up just a bit louder than was reasonable. Since they'd stopped doing Overwatch, and all that Jack spent a lot of time just watching TV, used to work out and keep in shape but...eventually it'd gotten to be too much. Arthritis and getting tired crippled his want to do it anymore.
Jesse frowned. He looked over a the man watching the news. Getting old sucked. He glanced over at the wall, his hat hung there. They didn't have horses anymore, it was too much to manage alone; all they kept these days were chickens. He let out a sigh. "I love you, ya know?" he called over.
"I know, I love you too," he got in return. That was that he supposed. He pulled his hat off the wall and set it on his head. "I'm gonna go tend the chickens, be back in a bit." And he headed out, head filled with dreads. What happens after? He's not sure.
