** All Right. Umm, ((flips the page)), I guess we're about here.**
YOUNG JACK:
((Caught gazing at Ennis, he looks away quickly, walks back to the truck and leans back against it, his body overcome with a sensual ease. Having nothing else to look at, he gazes back at Ennis. The blue depths of his eyes darken in passion. He puts a hand on his waist, subtly caressing the pocket of his jeans as he leans back on his other arm. His stance is decidedly sexual and heated.))
((Time passes???))
(( Jack is looking in the side rearview mirror of the truck, shaving carefully with a cup of cold water with soap and brush. It's difficult work. He stops for a moment and looks at Ennis's reflection in the mirror, the expression in his eyes unreadable. He goes back to shaving and arches an eyebrow as he turns his head to the side to finish scraping the razor down that side of his face.))
**Side to side, eye to eye
The thrust, parry, riposte.
Shining blades, thus cast the die,
which now reject the cost.
The mirror reflects truth,
but what do I see?
The self which is in other
Or the him thats in me.
**