Lucas only trusted the complimentary intent of one thing Jack had ever told him ("you're a genius" was just fact): "You've got your mother's eyes".
Why else would the old man say it? It had nothing to do with him.
He'd puzzled why it was important before. Stared in the mirror one younger day, gawking to look for Mama's face behind his, like Bloody Mary. Large eyes, snowy blue. Long features. Sharp jaw, cheekbones, nose. He found it.
Then it clicked.
And into the glass -
...burned a grin.
Nahhhhh, it was important 'cause he saw no Jack.
No man's boy.
July 4th. "Mirror".
