[ As soon as the door opens, Jack steps inside the room with a sort of urgency that makes Rhys's fear justified. Though his expression had softened for a moment at the thought of Angel, it's quickly back to a much more raw anger as soon as there's opportunity for him to get past that door. This is the part of Jack that not many people get to see, because his anger always burns extremely hot, and he does try and control it. Most of the time, anyways. Now clearly isn't one of them, because even if Rhys steps back, Jack will pursue and reach out to him. It's not to grab his throat, since it seems like he'll take the rain check for that one, but he grips Rhys's chin in his hand tightly enough to be uncomfortable. ]
Good. Now- Now we can finally talk, and you can't ignore me. Because- Because, Rhys, you know what I hate? Being ignored. Just in general here, but I really, really hate being ignored when you owe me a hell of a lot here. Ah, ah, ah, and before you say it, yeah, I know you were busy. Don't really care, because I think I made my opinion on what you should do really clear.
[ Jack's focus is on Rhys with the sort of intensity that's probably more than just intimidating. He keeps eye contact as he reaches into his pocket, and as he had mentioned, he pulls his own ring out. He holds it in front of Rhys's face, and considering his threat, it almost seems like he's about to make good on it. It even seems like Jack is tempted to do it, but his grip relaxes, though the intensity in his expression doesn't falter. ]
You -- Rhys, you killed me. But that- I could get past that, because you know, I get it. I get your reasons. Would've done the same. But you know why I took this off? [ He wags it in front of Rhys's face almost tauntingly, but his anger is starting to give way to more of what he'd felt when he'd shown up in this room a few days ago. ] Being here. Alone. Because y'know? Yeah, I did think you'd killed me for that stupid goddamn spot. Wouldn't have before. But also wouldn't have- I wouldn't have expected you to bring me to some bullshit like this without even talking to me first either.
[ He sighs heavily, then let's go of Rhys's face as he takes a step back. He clenches the ring inside his fist as he looks down at it, then back up to Rhys. ]
You ever make me feel like that again? We're not just done. I'll kill you. And even if we're just data or whatever now-- I don't care. You know me. I'll find a way, even if it takes me out in the process too.
[ There's another sigh, but with this one, Jack's expression finally falters and falls into one that's less anger and more emotional on the opposite side of the spectrum. It's only a fraction of the sort of despair he'd felt over the idea that Rhys had betrayed him a few days ago, but mostly, his expression just shows disappointment. ]
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Good. Now- Now we can finally talk, and you can't ignore me. Because- Because, Rhys, you know what I hate? Being ignored. Just in general here, but I really, really hate being ignored when you owe me a hell of a lot here. Ah, ah, ah, and before you say it, yeah, I know you were busy. Don't really care, because I think I made my opinion on what you should do really clear.
[ Jack's focus is on Rhys with the sort of intensity that's probably more than just intimidating. He keeps eye contact as he reaches into his pocket, and as he had mentioned, he pulls his own ring out. He holds it in front of Rhys's face, and considering his threat, it almost seems like he's about to make good on it. It even seems like Jack is tempted to do it, but his grip relaxes, though the intensity in his expression doesn't falter. ]
You -- Rhys, you killed me. But that- I could get past that, because you know, I get it. I get your reasons. Would've done the same. But you know why I took this off? [ He wags it in front of Rhys's face almost tauntingly, but his anger is starting to give way to more of what he'd felt when he'd shown up in this room a few days ago. ] Being here. Alone. Because y'know? Yeah, I did think you'd killed me for that stupid goddamn spot. Wouldn't have before. But also wouldn't have- I wouldn't have expected you to bring me to some bullshit like this without even talking to me first either.
[ He sighs heavily, then let's go of Rhys's face as he takes a step back. He clenches the ring inside his fist as he looks down at it, then back up to Rhys. ]
You ever make me feel like that again? We're not just done. I'll kill you. And even if we're just data or whatever now-- I don't care. You know me. I'll find a way, even if it takes me out in the process too.
[ There's another sigh, but with this one, Jack's expression finally falters and falls into one that's less anger and more emotional on the opposite side of the spectrum. It's only a fraction of the sort of despair he'd felt over the idea that Rhys had betrayed him a few days ago, but mostly, his expression just shows disappointment. ]
Don't leave me again, Rhys.