[ She cries, and Jack's grip relaxes, though that is in part because it's not exactly the most comfortable to hold onto her like this. His grip loosens, but doesn't fall away completely, and Jack ends up resting his head against hers as she cries. It's perhaps a bit too physical, but he's a physical guy in the first place, and... Truth be told, he's trying not to pass out. Man. Truly, note to self, don't lose a limb, that shit sucks. Why did Rhys choose to do this? Asshole.
But when she's done crying, Jack shifts, planning to move away, since this is probably already weird. It's a lot for both of them, but as he moves to sit back, he places his weight mostly on the bed, though he still partially stands. Even now, he hates seeming weak.
Though if nothing else, he's more content with silences now than he usually is. Jack is the kind of person to fill every gap in conversation with his own voice, but now? Hearing Elizabeth speak, he doesn't feel a need to. He nods at first to what she says, but as Elizabeth continues far past what he would have guessed for her—
He smiles.
His smile widens into a grin, and he breathes out a laugh. It's probably strange, but hearing venomous words like this, he feels a swell of pride, though he knows that makes no real sense. These words are all her own, but there's still some feeling of being glad that she's coming to this kind of conclusion all the same. ]
You're damn right they need to. There's no way— Human, alien, whatever, you can't just let anything get away with this shit. It's cowardly.
[ Jack seems to have a major objection to that idea, odd as it may seem with his very callous approach to murder. It's as if there are morals there, but twisted beyond something anyone sane would recognize. He's seemingly satisfied enough with her answer, then motions to the side of the bed where his datapad is, since I'm assuming some kind soul brought it with him. ]
Here— Hand me that. I'll just let the files I have explain the rest.
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Date: 2016-07-19 01:55 am (UTC)But when she's done crying, Jack shifts, planning to move away, since this is probably already weird. It's a lot for both of them, but as he moves to sit back, he places his weight mostly on the bed, though he still partially stands. Even now, he hates seeming weak.
Though if nothing else, he's more content with silences now than he usually is. Jack is the kind of person to fill every gap in conversation with his own voice, but now? Hearing Elizabeth speak, he doesn't feel a need to. He nods at first to what she says, but as Elizabeth continues far past what he would have guessed for her—
He smiles.
His smile widens into a grin, and he breathes out a laugh. It's probably strange, but hearing venomous words like this, he feels a swell of pride, though he knows that makes no real sense. These words are all her own, but there's still some feeling of being glad that she's coming to this kind of conclusion all the same. ]
You're damn right they need to. There's no way— Human, alien, whatever, you can't just let anything get away with this shit. It's cowardly.
[ Jack seems to have a major objection to that idea, odd as it may seem with his very callous approach to murder. It's as if there are morals there, but twisted beyond something anyone sane would recognize. He's seemingly satisfied enough with her answer, then motions to the side of the bed where his datapad is, since I'm assuming some kind soul brought it with him. ]
Here— Hand me that. I'll just let the files I have explain the rest.