[attr="class","spc"]
You would think a person of such important as an heir would be more highly protected. Kept locked away in ivory towers like a treasure, and protected from the world that could harm him so. You'd think his family would hide him away rather than let him go off on his own like this. Jerry found it kind of funny, found it kind of strange, that the fragile heir of Courtwater was just left out in the open like this, but figured it made his task easier. While the Courtwaters were not heavily involved in the affairs of the Initiative, a small starting point was better than none, Jerry figured.

So this all lead to why he was here, in some small shop in Gloucester. It was easy enough to pick up on this being the place where Lucas worked – he later figured out the blond was actually the owner and manager of the small shop. He hadn't entered the place quite yet, instead preferring to linger outside of it and just keep watch through the windows. Lucas Courtwater's schedule was not what he anticipated, but it was predictable enough to satisfy what he needed to know to set up a plan.

As the family from Arkansas began to funnel their way out of the shop, Jerry slid past them to enter without the door's bell giving him away. From the inside, the store was pretty small, but not enough to unsettle him. It was still well lit – especially with all the beautiful crafts that reflected the light filtering into it that caused the place to look rather pretty. Jerry's focus was almost so caught up in the beautiful displays that he nearly forgot why he was there. He'd never seen the figurines up close like this so they distracted him before something shattered.

Tilting his head to look over towards the source, Jerry paused in place as he saw his target not too far from him. The beautiful son of Courtwater seemed to be in some kind of daze for a moment, staring at the shattered glass on the ground, and yet not staring at it. Jerry slowly made his way over, not making a sound as he moved, before coming to a stop beside Lucas. As he reached out to touch his shoulder and speak, the blond suddenly jerked to life. Jerry's hand jerked back in confusion and he eyed the odd blond for a moment, before relaxing slightly as he apologized and started using a simple cloth to try and clean up the shards of some knocked over figurine.

"That's a shame, that one was beautiful, right?" Jerry suddenly spoke up - announcing his presence - as he moved around to stand next to Lucas. He had no idea though, he had never seen the blue bird before in his life. Now all he saw was it's shattered remains. Kneeling down by Lucas, without asking, he picked up a couple of the shards and held them up a bit to the light, before fitting them together. "I might know someone who could put it back together if you'd like?" He prompted, before looking over at Lucas. In such a well lit bright area, the dark clothes and rough looking Jerry was probably a little jarring to suddenly see. The young man offered a simple curious look, though.