[ Jack hisses it out lowly under his breath, because that's all that really upsets him here. If his future self is awful, that's... Well, it's awful. But Jack whole hope is that because of knowing, he'll be able to fight against that future now. His annoyance comes from Rhys simply repeating it, because every time he does, it makes that confidence waver, if only a fractional amount. Rhys's certainty and the experiences he speaks of are enough to dent even Jack's confidence.
He sighs slightly as he listens to Rhys, though at least the sigh is a reaction to his own sleepiness more than what Rhys is actually saying. It is a little unsettling to hear someone that you know so little about say they love you, but Jack's not about to say that. For one, he doesn't think it would go over well, but two, it's not exactly an unwelcome sentiment. A little weird, sure, but he can deal with a little weird. It's why he reaches out to Rhys, as though he wants to physically express that. ]
Yeah, wonder why, dumbass.
[ As he speaks, he reaches out to Rhys's head, or more specifically to his hair. He musses Rhys's hair playfully, though he does grip Rhys's head briefly to just kind of move his whole head here for emphasis. It probably expresses some of Jack's frustration too, but he draws his hand away to sleepily prop his head up in that hand. ]
Because I trust you more than anyone else here. Simple as that. It's not-- Okay, maybe a little unsettled, but that's just, y'know, the whole future thing. But, yeah, not you, no worries there. If I thought it was you, would've run the other way like "hell no, not today, not ever."
[ Though this is a bit disingenuous. Jack really does barely know Rhys, and most of his trust was simply based in a familiarity with how Hyperions work combined with a pretty firm belief that Rhys's obsession was genuine enough for Jack to at least trust him to act in a certain way. Rhys was useful to him more than Jack liked Rhys as a person, but Jack is at least making an effort in that second category. Just, you know. Haven't had much time, what with the murders. ]
But, hey. If it was disgust, one, would've let you get your stupid ass killed for stress puking, two, would not be cool with you coming to wake me up and bleed on me. Well, my blanket. Whatever. Not the point. My point is, I don't just call people partners because I'm feeling weirdly chummy, so don't just throw that back in my face and say it doesn't mean anything.
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[ Jack hisses it out lowly under his breath, because that's all that really upsets him here. If his future self is awful, that's... Well, it's awful. But Jack whole hope is that because of knowing, he'll be able to fight against that future now. His annoyance comes from Rhys simply repeating it, because every time he does, it makes that confidence waver, if only a fractional amount. Rhys's certainty and the experiences he speaks of are enough to dent even Jack's confidence.
He sighs slightly as he listens to Rhys, though at least the sigh is a reaction to his own sleepiness more than what Rhys is actually saying. It is a little unsettling to hear someone that you know so little about say they love you, but Jack's not about to say that. For one, he doesn't think it would go over well, but two, it's not exactly an unwelcome sentiment. A little weird, sure, but he can deal with a little weird. It's why he reaches out to Rhys, as though he wants to physically express that. ]
Yeah, wonder why, dumbass.
[ As he speaks, he reaches out to Rhys's head, or more specifically to his hair. He musses Rhys's hair playfully, though he does grip Rhys's head briefly to just kind of move his whole head here for emphasis. It probably expresses some of Jack's frustration too, but he draws his hand away to sleepily prop his head up in that hand. ]
Because I trust you more than anyone else here. Simple as that. It's not-- Okay, maybe a little unsettled, but that's just, y'know, the whole future thing. But, yeah, not you, no worries there. If I thought it was you, would've run the other way like "hell no, not today, not ever."
[ Though this is a bit disingenuous. Jack really does barely know Rhys, and most of his trust was simply based in a familiarity with how Hyperions work combined with a pretty firm belief that Rhys's obsession was genuine enough for Jack to at least trust him to act in a certain way. Rhys was useful to him more than Jack liked Rhys as a person, but Jack is at least making an effort in that second category. Just, you know. Haven't had much time, what with the murders. ]
But, hey. If it was disgust, one, would've let you get your stupid ass killed for stress puking, two, would not be cool with you coming to wake me up and bleed on me. Well, my blanket. Whatever. Not the point. My point is, I don't just call people partners because I'm feeling weirdly chummy, so don't just throw that back in my face and say it doesn't mean anything.