[ you know who is relieved to see that bottle? rhys. because even if jack isn't going to drink much, rhys sure the hell is and it takes a lot out of him not to just... grab for the bottle when jack comes in. jack's right, he's probably just overreacting a little and rhys finds himself nodding along dumbly, running a hand through his hair and walking back over to his bed to sit down on it -- the bottom bunk and more lived in one. ]

Right, sorry. Guess I'm kind of on edge? You're kind of -- [ an omen of death ] Weirdly unbothered by these kind of things.

[ well, so are you, rhys.

but rhys is just about to wait patiently for jack to make good on his word and open that bottle so they can share it when -- oh. his eyes widen slightly and he wonders what the hell jack could have seen or figured out that he'd want to... congratulate rhys on? unless he's being sarcastic. shit, rhys hopes not. ]

... What'd I do?