[ rhys is nervous when he takes in the scene in front of him, the question already leaving his mouth before he processes what's happening. he isn't sure what changed -- what happened between him going to the bathroom and coming back out and he drops the towel around his neck before taking a hesitant step... back. ]
... Tell anyone about what, Jack?
[ he's surprised that he doesn't stumble over his question, instead keeping his composure a bit as jack turns to him -- the warm contentment from only a moment ago turning into ice. his eyes stay on jack and there's a short gasp that leaves him as he sees the scar -- the vault scar. there's been so many rumors about what's under jack's mask during his time in hyperion, just a constant question weighing at the back of everyone employee's mind. reading that it was a scar felt... weird, initially, and that's why rhys took is so lightly because -- well, he really couldn't ask jack about the truth.
he hadn't thought it'd be a vault symbol... but it's kind of fitting, he thinks. of all the things that could be branded on handsome jack's face, of course it had to do with the vaults.
without thinking, rhys feels his eye light up to scan jack's face and he immediately slaps his hand over it, grinning sheepishly as he urges his brain to turn off. ]
Shit, sorry -- I wasn't thinking. Just a reflex.
[ he didn't catch anything on his eye and he hopes jack knows that. instead, he moves forward to jack, robot hand clenching and unclenching at his side and flesh hand covering his echo because he's so damn curious about this. he really, really is. still, this is jack and jack is... terrifying and a monster but rhys still has such stupid amounts of affection for him, if he's honest with himself. jack's still human despite everything else (including the ai thing) and rhys isn't going to treat him like less than that -- especially not right now. ]
Look, I'm not going to tell anyone. We're friends, right? And this is obviously a big deal for you and -- uhm. I don't know, man. I don't want to make it weird but I'm a hug-y kind of guy and now I really want to hug you.
[ at least he's honest?? but he'll drop his hand now and his echo eye is firmly shut off this time, no reflex kicking it on and he just sort of shrugs a little, crossing his arms over his chest. his eyes are still fixed on jack's face, taking in every detail he possibly can right now because he knows this isn't going to... well, last. ]
I'm not going to ask either because... well, I don't want to know.
[ and it kind of surprises him to realize that's the truth -- he doesn't want to know. he doesn't want one more idealistic belief he held about jack to be popped, to realize that something he admired jack for is twisted up in something awful jack did and lied about. he just wants to keep jack's image preserved as it is for him, no matter how messed up and conflicted rhys is about it currently. ]
-- But if you want something from like, the medbay? Lotion, I guess? Something to make it hurt less, I can get that for you. It looks kind of painful, Jack.
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... Tell anyone about what, Jack?
[ he's surprised that he doesn't stumble over his question, instead keeping his composure a bit as jack turns to him -- the warm contentment from only a moment ago turning into ice. his eyes stay on jack and there's a short gasp that leaves him as he sees the scar -- the vault scar. there's been so many rumors about what's under jack's mask during his time in hyperion, just a constant question weighing at the back of everyone employee's mind. reading that it was a scar felt... weird, initially, and that's why rhys took is so lightly because -- well, he really couldn't ask jack about the truth.
he hadn't thought it'd be a vault symbol... but it's kind of fitting, he thinks. of all the things that could be branded on handsome jack's face, of course it had to do with the vaults.
without thinking, rhys feels his eye light up to scan jack's face and he immediately slaps his hand over it, grinning sheepishly as he urges his brain to turn off. ]
Shit, sorry -- I wasn't thinking. Just a reflex.
[ he didn't catch anything on his eye and he hopes jack knows that. instead, he moves forward to jack, robot hand clenching and unclenching at his side and flesh hand covering his echo because he's so damn curious about this. he really, really is. still, this is jack and jack is... terrifying and a monster but rhys still has such stupid amounts of affection for him, if he's honest with himself. jack's still human despite everything else (including the ai thing) and rhys isn't going to treat him like less than that -- especially not right now. ]
Look, I'm not going to tell anyone. We're friends, right? And this is obviously a big deal for you and -- uhm. I don't know, man. I don't want to make it weird but I'm a hug-y kind of guy and now I really want to hug you.
[ at least he's honest?? but he'll drop his hand now and his echo eye is firmly shut off this time, no reflex kicking it on and he just sort of shrugs a little, crossing his arms over his chest. his eyes are still fixed on jack's face, taking in every detail he possibly can right now because he knows this isn't going to... well, last. ]
I'm not going to ask either because... well, I don't want to know.
[ and it kind of surprises him to realize that's the truth -- he doesn't want to know. he doesn't want one more idealistic belief he held about jack to be popped, to realize that something he admired jack for is twisted up in something awful jack did and lied about. he just wants to keep jack's image preserved as it is for him, no matter how messed up and conflicted rhys is about it currently. ]
-- But if you want something from like, the medbay? Lotion, I guess? Something to make it hurt less, I can get that for you. It looks kind of painful, Jack.