[ okay. yes. maybe he did get a little defensive here which... isn't what he planned but come on? he hates being called that. it reminds him of college and bitchy exes who act like he owed them something.

he shifts a little in his petulance, trying to cross his arms over his chest as he faces jack, a small space left between them for their arms. he's ready to argue here, okay? even if everything was going so well a moment ago.

though, it definitely gets gay for a second because he feels his knees brush against jack's under the blanket and that's weird and this is weird and he is trying to forget how weird it is. ]

Not... without reason, but whatever.

[ he hates!! the word!! and now he's ready to get bitchy some more. ]

Okay but, like, killing people doesn't mean you're not sensitive? You can be a murderer and have feelings too. It's not weird, Jack. You know that, right?

[ wait, that came out way more sympathetic and nice than bitchy and annoyed. shit, shit, shit. he fucked up. ]