When Pagliacci Wept

Black, arched eyebrows, hair slicked callously back. A Roman nose, a wide mouth. Bruce's only criticism is that he looks too boney, like his flesh has been stretched taut across his frame. More like the skin of a drum than the skin of a man. A tightly-wound little doll, keeping perfect time by the tap tap tap of his fingers against his side.

Bruce meets Jack.