[ Actually seeing Rhys face to face this time gets all of that anger and hurt Jack had been feeling the other day to bubble up again immediately. Or, well, maybe not all of it, considering some of his worries had been cleared up since, but there's still a fair portion where he just remembers that searing, white hot pain of the scalpel in his eye. That pain was a lot, but not nearly as much as the feeling of betrayal he'd felt so strongly when he'd woken up here himself. For the moment that they just stare at each other, it's easy to see Jack getting more upset as this feeling comes back to him, so it's well timed as Rhys steps back.

Jack starts to grab for him, but misses only to get the door shut in his face. He tries at the handle, and there's one push where the door doesn't completely close, but as Jack tries to put more of his weight into a second push, the door clicks, locked. ]

God- Goddammit Rhys! Open the door!

[ Jack gives the door a sharp kick, first of frustration, but then with a growl, he kicks the bottom of his foot against the door to truly try and kick it in. However, these aren't cheap doors from Luther luckily, so he just ends up with a sore foot. Great job dumbass. ]

No, I'm not going to kill you, asshole. Because of someone, I can't even friggin' kill you! [ Whether this is a matter of "won't" or "can't" is not super clear here, of course. ] C'mon, let me just strangle you a little, cupcake! That's- I feel like that's super fair here!