If Jack thought Hector went stupid-eyed over the motorcycle, his reaction to seeing someone actually riding a horse isn't too far off. Or maybe his eyes go wide and he half jumps back at the idea that the horse is going to spook and charge at them and kick someone in the jaw.
It's short-lived though because he and Tamsin are guests at Calden's place and it's like - oh shit, was he actually not included in the couch-crashing invite, were they supposed to leave Jack tied up someplace else, no stupid use that lump three feet from your ass there are tainted-ass stink-beasts on the property his family's owned for like a bazillion generations and his father's inside watching golf or whatever it is old guys do in the afternoon and doesn't even know they're out here...
And Calden's talking to Tamsin and she's his tribesman but Hector holds up a finger like to ask for permission to interrupt. Realizes before he even opens his mouth how he must look to a grown man out working in the heat of the day with his pants all rolled up and his hair down and no shoes on his stupid feet. He looks like some hippie kid who doesn't understand things like property rights and paying taxes and his mouth hangs thinking-about-speaking open and Calden and whoever else is looking at him can see his thoughts run from excuse-making to empathy to contrition over the course about three seconds before he closes his mouth to regroup.
Hector lowers that airborne finger and ties his hair back quick and says while rolling down his goddamn pant legs, "I'll take them to the Sept to clean them up. Sorry, Mister White. Won't happen again, sir."
Leaves Tamsin to explain who the hell those people are and makes eye contact with Jack before jerking his head towards the road like to say Come on without opening his mouth again.
It's short-lived though because he and Tamsin are guests at Calden's place and it's like - oh shit, was he actually not included in the couch-crashing invite, were they supposed to leave Jack tied up someplace else, no stupid use that lump three feet from your ass there are tainted-ass stink-beasts on the property his family's owned for like a bazillion generations and his father's inside watching golf or whatever it is old guys do in the afternoon and doesn't even know they're out here...
And Calden's talking to Tamsin and she's his tribesman but Hector holds up a finger like to ask for permission to interrupt. Realizes before he even opens his mouth how he must look to a grown man out working in the heat of the day with his pants all rolled up and his hair down and no shoes on his stupid feet. He looks like some hippie kid who doesn't understand things like property rights and paying taxes and his mouth hangs thinking-about-speaking open and Calden and whoever else is looking at him can see his thoughts run from excuse-making to empathy to contrition over the course about three seconds before he closes his mouth to regroup.
Hector lowers that airborne finger and ties his hair back quick and says while rolling down his goddamn pant legs, "I'll take them to the Sept to clean them up. Sorry, Mister White. Won't happen again, sir."
Leaves Tamsin to explain who the hell those people are and makes eye contact with Jack before jerking his head towards the road like to say Come on without opening his mouth again.