day 7 | jack

[jackhole]

[ he's been terrified ever since he felt those shocks run through his system actually, the blood on his nose not stopping for a while and the stinging of his eyes as a result, not yet fading. still, he had to finish the meeting and talk to ciel and he still has so much work to do but --

but, he needs to calm down first. his hands are shaking and he swallows, feeling exceptionally jumpy for once as he slips into apartment one. his eyes jerk around the darkness, trying to be as silent as possible until he spots jack and then -- and then he makes a beeline right to him.

when he drops to his knees in front of jack, there's a terribly relieved sigh as his hands falter slightly before he shakes his head and cups jack's face with both hands, tapping flesh fingers lightly as he leans in to speak, barely audible. ]

Jack? Jack, please. Please wake up. Jack.

[ he's probably a sight with the blood staining his entire front, dried over his mouth and nose, and tear tracks on his face. yikes. ]

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[jackhole]

[ it doesn't take much to get rhys to relax after that, his eyes falling closed as he just listens to the sounds of jack shifting next to him, feels the heat of his body so close by. he shifts his head to rest with his cheek on his arm and feels incredibly content, for just a moment.

when jack questions him though, his eyebrows furrow slightly and he opens his eyes back up to look at jack, confused. ]

... Yeah? I thought that was obvious. You're the only one here who, I don't know, you make me feel like everything's going to be alright. [ he yawns then, exhaustion weighing on him. ] Nothing can go wrong if I'm with you, right?

[ he'll even add on as a joke then, laugh in his voice as his eyes close again. ]

My hero. Of course I feel safe with you.

[heroizes]

[ It is obvious, but at the same time, it doesn't really make much sense to Jack. While he'd like to think that Rhys had fully divorced the idea of his future self from the person before him, he's not so naive as to think it's that simple. So instead, that leaves the weird paradox that Rhys feels safe around someone (more or less) that had tried to kill him once. Jack knows he certainly wouldn't, and that's why he'd asked. Though considering Rhys's answer, he's fairly sure that even if he were more specific about why he was asking, he wouldn't get a satisfying answer.

So he lets it go. Maybe he shouldn't, because asking those kinds of questions about those weird paradoxes might make it more apparent what Rhys would do later. But in some things, in people, Jack sometimes preferred ignorance.

He breathes out a laugh of his own at the joke, though he can't help the twinge in his chest that comes from someone earnestly calling him a hero. That's what he's wanted... Pretty much his whole life, he thinks. He glances to Rhys, and seeing that his eyes are closed, Jack's smile turns into more of a grin, though it carries in his tone. ]

See, now that is what I like to hear. Can we do this more often? I dig the- [ He pitches his voice up mockingly, though it's not at Rhys so much as a general joke ] "Oh, Jack, my hero" thing.

[ He shrugs, but closes his own eyes too. ]

Well, tomorrow. I'm tired as hell because of my personal alarm clock here, so. Sleep time, cupcake.