[ Jack looks up when he sees Yuno out of the corner of his eye, but the expression she's greeted with at first is a cool, appraising neutral. He's not sure where everyone will stand with regards to their views on him, and while Yuno was certainly one of the people he favored here, he wasn't so deluded as to think that killing Rhys would have left him with any allies. He's briefly tense, since he can't help the paranoia that someone will be here to finish him off, but—
That tone in her voice confuses him.
It catches him off guard enough to relax, and any sort of response he might have had were it an attack would have been useless. It's of course a good thing, though when she actually gets to the point of throwing her arms around him. Okay. That? That doesn't not feel good. Even a little bit. Pain sears across his chest and his arm, but Jack's response is only a laugh, as it is often is. It's breathy and strained, and it's easy to hear some of the pain in it. ]
W- Woah, careful there, kiddo, or you're gonna change that—
[ He responds with a joking tone, but deflecting with humor lets him have the time to process the larger event here. She was worried about him, worried he was going to die. That's... a surprise. Even with their conversations, Jack hadn't exactly expected that she would truly be worried about him. Their alliance was practical. He was the way off the ship, and she wanted off badly enough to go pursuing the person who could do it, if anyone. Would it make sense for her to cry over that relief? He's not sure. He sure wouldn't, but in this, he realizes his reactions aren't exactly typical. ]
C'mon...
[ Jack shifts as best he can, but then reaches up with the one good arm to half return her affectionate, physical gesture, though his own touch is more careful. It's not quite uncertain, but it's not full, as if this is something he feels he should do. Though even so, his hand settles on her back as a heavy, comforting weight. ]
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That tone in her voice confuses him.
It catches him off guard enough to relax, and any sort of response he might have had were it an attack would have been useless. It's of course a good thing, though when she actually gets to the point of throwing her arms around him. Okay. That? That doesn't not feel good. Even a little bit. Pain sears across his chest and his arm, but Jack's response is only a laugh, as it is often is. It's breathy and strained, and it's easy to hear some of the pain in it. ]
W- Woah, careful there, kiddo, or you're gonna change that—
[ He responds with a joking tone, but deflecting with humor lets him have the time to process the larger event here. She was worried about him, worried he was going to die. That's... a surprise. Even with their conversations, Jack hadn't exactly expected that she would truly be worried about him. Their alliance was practical. He was the way off the ship, and she wanted off badly enough to go pursuing the person who could do it, if anyone. Would it make sense for her to cry over that relief? He's not sure. He sure wouldn't, but in this, he realizes his reactions aren't exactly typical. ]
C'mon...
[ Jack shifts as best he can, but then reaches up with the one good arm to half return her affectionate, physical gesture, though his own touch is more careful. It's not quite uncertain, but it's not full, as if this is something he feels he should do. Though even so, his hand settles on her back as a heavy, comforting weight. ]
You think I'd go down that easy?