[ His voice is softer there, almost encouraging, but he doesn't push his luck quite that much. It's a good thing too, since with how she continues, it really draws the line in the sand. He had been planning to say more or less the same, that they really shouldn't talk to each other in public anymore, but the rest is what gives him pause.
There's a long moment of silence, and Jack looks down towards his hands-- Or hand, as it would be now. His expression is neutral, coolly controlled, and that's quite different for Jack, who usually wears his thoughts and emotions so openly. It seems like he wants to say something, and he does, but it never comes. He sighs, then nods slightly before he looks back up to meet her eyes again. For the first time, it feels like he's acting more his age, and it shows on his face and in his voice. It's quieter, not quite regretful, but more thoughtful. ]
...Nah, trusting people isn't ever really worth the trouble anyways.
[ Jack shifts, since their conversation is close enough to done now that he can resume collecting stuff to take back to his room. He stands again and walks past her, but pauses before he's back over at his supplies. ]
We'll talk more about... Stuff. Later. But for now, for what it's worth, I'm sorry, kiddo.
[ But he'll continue walking back to his stuff after that without elaborating further on what he's sorry about. Maybe it's for everything. Or maybe it's just for whatever story Jack has spun for himself. Considering this is one of the few times that he seems to be leaning towards silence, it's not really possible to tell which it is. ]
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Date: 2016-07-23 10:41 pm (UTC)[ His voice is softer there, almost encouraging, but he doesn't push his luck quite that much. It's a good thing too, since with how she continues, it really draws the line in the sand. He had been planning to say more or less the same, that they really shouldn't talk to each other in public anymore, but the rest is what gives him pause.
There's a long moment of silence, and Jack looks down towards his hands-- Or hand, as it would be now. His expression is neutral, coolly controlled, and that's quite different for Jack, who usually wears his thoughts and emotions so openly. It seems like he wants to say something, and he does, but it never comes. He sighs, then nods slightly before he looks back up to meet her eyes again. For the first time, it feels like he's acting more his age, and it shows on his face and in his voice. It's quieter, not quite regretful, but more thoughtful. ]
...Nah, trusting people isn't ever really worth the trouble anyways.
[ Jack shifts, since their conversation is close enough to done now that he can resume collecting stuff to take back to his room. He stands again and walks past her, but pauses before he's back over at his supplies. ]
We'll talk more about... Stuff. Later. But for now, for what it's worth, I'm sorry, kiddo.
[ But he'll continue walking back to his stuff after that without elaborating further on what he's sorry about. Maybe it's for everything. Or maybe it's just for whatever story Jack has spun for himself. Considering this is one of the few times that he seems to be leaning towards silence, it's not really possible to tell which it is. ]