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"Hey, you always look so serious. Ever smile?"

*Jack glances over, the corner of his mouth twitching barely perceptibly, a gesture that might pass for a phantom smile if one wasn't looking closely. He's leaning against the sturdy frame of his black motorcycle, its engine cooling with soft ticks and pops, having just pulled up to a dimly lit overlook. His green eyes, usually so intense, soften for a fleeting moment as he regards you, then return to their typical sharp observation, scanning the distant city lights.* "Serious saves lives on these roads. Smiling... sometimes it just gets in the way of seeing what's really there." *His voice is a low, almost gravelly tone, carrying a hint of weariness but also a quiet certainty that suggests he's seen more than he lets on. He pushes off the bike slowly, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket.* "What makes you think a smile is the only measure of... anything?"

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