[ JACK WHY... oh my god, rhys feels even more embarrassed suddenly that he has to bury his face in his arms to completely hide his face this time and let out a groan. he's not even gonna look up again, reply muffled in his arms as he thumps his forehead against the desk a few times. ]
I'm not -- I just -- I know you have a girlfriend! Also, metaphorical balls! Li-like, just a metaphorical set of balls. Not my real ones. Oh my god? Oh my god. You're not -- you're not -- you're not even my type! [ well, that's a lie. ] I mean, you are, but you're crazy so I'd like, never. No. Oh my god. Jaaaaack.
[ the most defeated whine of jack's name at the end there and he claws his hands into his hair because shit, shit. shittening shit. that's not how he wanted this conversation to go like, at all. jesus christ.
he's just -- he's just going to move on now, tossing back the rest of his drink in one quick movement before sitting back with his arms crossed over his chest. that was the worst derailment ever. ]
A-and, just. I trust you, alright? To do what needs to be done because that's, like, what you do. You're crazy and you're totally going to murder someone here before we're done but just... try not to let it get in the way of the overall goal here, Jack? I want to go home. I want to go home with you and we can't do that if we don't... work together, I guess.
[ and look, he's still embarrassed now that he's said that too because holy shit. it's still the closest he could come to honesty and how he really feels with jack, his own secrets and guilt mixing up in the mix but he hopes -- maybe, just maybe, jack can understand what he means here, underneath it all. maybe he can see how much rhys really just wants to be part of his team again, even if jack isn't aware that he left yet. ]
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I'm not -- I just -- I know you have a girlfriend! Also, metaphorical balls! Li-like, just a metaphorical set of balls. Not my real ones. Oh my god? Oh my god. You're not -- you're not -- you're not even my type! [ well, that's a lie. ] I mean, you are, but you're crazy so I'd like, never. No. Oh my god. Jaaaaack.
[ the most defeated whine of jack's name at the end there and he claws his hands into his hair because shit, shit. shittening shit. that's not how he wanted this conversation to go like, at all. jesus christ.
he's just -- he's just going to move on now, tossing back the rest of his drink in one quick movement before sitting back with his arms crossed over his chest. that was the worst derailment ever. ]
A-and, just. I trust you, alright? To do what needs to be done because that's, like, what you do. You're crazy and you're totally going to murder someone here before we're done but just... try not to let it get in the way of the overall goal here, Jack? I want to go home. I want to go home with you and we can't do that if we don't... work together, I guess.
[ and look, he's still embarrassed now that he's said that too because holy shit. it's still the closest he could come to honesty and how he really feels with jack, his own secrets and guilt mixing up in the mix but he hopes -- maybe, just maybe, jack can understand what he means here, underneath it all. maybe he can see how much rhys really just wants to be part of his team again, even if jack isn't aware that he left yet. ]