Jack offers them a cheerful wave, smiling a bit broader. He's still not used to the rush he gets whenever kids look directly at him - especially when they look at him as intently as that. Maybe he never will, and maybe that's not a bad thing.

He leans a bit closer, tilting his head to examine the toy, and subconsciously nods his approval. It's a nice truck, big and shiny and loud. He catches himself thinking that North would be proud of this truck - even the missing rubber is a sign that it's been played with, after all.

"Where'd you get it? Late Christmas present?"