Jack's brows furrowed just as quickly as the other's shot up. That was exactly the opposite reaction Jack wanted to see - he had been this close to being rid of his suspicion. He would love nothing more than for this to not be a thing. It was a public road, the man had done nothing demonstrably threatening, and by Jack's own understanding he had been a friend of Daffy's… yet he stood here in the looming darkness near the Potts home and the mere mention of the head of house brought out his strongest reaction by far.

The mention of a 'Darrow' hit his ears without much impact. It was a decent recovery and maybe Jack was just reading into the whole thing… but maybe not. He shifted on his feet and adjusted where the sling hung across his chest, resisting the urge to look back over his shoulder at the Potts' front door. "They had me over for dinner." he said simply, his expression shifting to a squint. "Lucky for me Mr. Darrow is late. Gave us a chance to catch up." Because that’s what almost perfect strangers do, 'catch up'.

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