As Ennis stood in his tiny kitchen, absentmindedly stirring some bubbling Cambell's soup, his mind began drifting to heavy, difficult thoughts that made his throat tighten and his mouth scowl.
He wasn't ever much of a thinker; or if he was, he didn't understand his mental conclusions like Jack had—he had understood Ennis so completely, somehow.
Ennis would gaze into those pools of brown eyes, as his hands groped and grazed…things were all right, like puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together or some shit like that.
Ennis sighed, feeling his eyes sag, his eyelids close in thick thought.
Or memory, he supposed. Not really thinking. He wasn't ever much of a thinker.
A few years back Ennis had met this young guy at the bar—glances enough told him that some strange wave of charm still emitted from his hunched, taciturn way. On a lonely whim he took the boy back to his tiny trailer.
Couldn't go through with it: he fucking cried in front of the kid then sent him home.
"Jack…I swear…"
People in town knew. Only not really, but they assumed and that was as good as knowing, Ennis figured.
Nothing real rough had come Ennis' way. Granted, he led his life extremely privately, giving little chance for risk or danger in his life. Yet, still, he couldn't help but wonder how life might have been, you know.
Anyway, he only really ever saw family, these days. Family and the sky and the empty world.
And his thoughts, only he wasn't really a thinker, ever.
His mind clouded often and he became frustrated, the way in which he couldn't articulate things. Jack would take him in his arms, when that'd happen. Jack would whisper to him, say all of those words that needed saying. Warm skin.
The soup was boiling madly at this point: Ennis still stood still, stirring in the overwhelming element of silent loudness to his trailer.
It was then that Elvis drifted onto his staticky, tiny radio, and/or into his consciousness.
Are You Lonesome Tonight? Did You Miss Me, Tonight?
He stood stirring for some time more, before accidentally burning his hand for the third time that week.