week six - thursday

[ All things considered, this week hasn't been too bad for Jack. Not that he'd really expected it to be, since, well, what did he truly have to fear? His dreams were all of those questions he kept pushing off, of whether he was Handsome Jack or he was just a digital copy, but that's where those truths of his come in handy. Sure, returning to that ghostly form would totally suck (to say the least), but what did he have to worry about? He's Handsome Jack. The longer he has this body, the more certain of that he is.

Though of course, that's not the case for everyone else.

Even so, it's not quite something Jack is thinking of when there's a knock at his door. It's Rhys, so he's not exactly worried here. He takes off the glasses he'd been wearing and sets them on his desk, but after that, he opens the door to greet Rhys with a wry smile. ]

Listen cupcake, gotta say it for the both of us. The cuddling thing? Totally a one-off because we were handcuffed together.

[ because obviously that's why Rhys is here ]