[ rhys feels his stomach twist in guilt at jack's tensing because he didn't mean to cause it -- not right now, of course. his feelings for jack are complicated and weird and the guy tried to kill him. rhys has made... some sort of fragile peace with that fact, sure. it doesn't sting as much as it used to at least -- but he still feels like he should be fragile with jack. careful.
he's so stupid, he knows this.
for now, he goes back to his default. the tension in the room is thick and he feels like there's no way it could result in anything good, so he just looks away from jack and follows after him so he can offer the arm that would make this sleeping situation more comfortable for the both of them. he mutters, just as petulantly as his snide comments when they go do anything else -- ]
I wasn't going to lotion your face. Or make out with you. Fucks sake, Jack.
[ as if he would, ever?? at all?? hell no. (that means he would, of course, but he doesn't quite want to admit it.) in a frustrated huff, rhys runs his free hand through his hair -- with the shower it now falls in a soft, wavy cut on his head and makes him look much sweeter than usual, more genuine. it's a pretty weird contrast.
but he will follow jack into the bunk so they can sleep, trying to keep a... reasonable amount of distance between the two of them as he gives jack his back here. this is definitely not going to be sustainable on the long term but with the tension and jack being jack, rhys doesn't want to risk giving him any more reason to kick him out of bed then he has already. he... really does want to sleep. ]
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Date: 2016-08-09 05:00 am (UTC)he's so stupid, he knows this.
for now, he goes back to his default. the tension in the room is thick and he feels like there's no way it could result in anything good, so he just looks away from jack and follows after him so he can offer the arm that would make this sleeping situation more comfortable for the both of them. he mutters, just as petulantly as his snide comments when they go do anything else -- ]
I wasn't going to lotion your face. Or make out with you. Fucks sake, Jack.
[ as if he would, ever?? at all?? hell no. (that means he would, of course, but he doesn't quite want to admit it.) in a frustrated huff, rhys runs his free hand through his hair -- with the shower it now falls in a soft, wavy cut on his head and makes him look much sweeter than usual, more genuine. it's a pretty weird contrast.
but he will follow jack into the bunk so they can sleep, trying to keep a... reasonable amount of distance between the two of them as he gives jack his back here. this is definitely not going to be sustainable on the long term but with the tension and jack being jack, rhys doesn't want to risk giving him any more reason to kick him out of bed then he has already. he... really does want to sleep. ]