[ The confusion at least leaves Jack's face for the most part. Of course, some still remains, since Jack is reminded of their proximity when Rhys brushes against his legs, for one, but it lingers because of what Rhys actually says. It doesn't look like Jack really agrees, but it's hard to tell what he's thinking, considering how a silence lingers a bit longer than it tends to with Jack. But after he seems to come to his answer here, his expression smooths out, though it's serious.
That might be worrying, since that's never quite a good thing to see from Jack, but his answer is... surprisingly honest. ]
...No, you can't, kiddo. It ruins the image.
[ He pauses again, almost like he's considering leaving it at that, but he ends up elaborating just a little more. ]
Let me tell you something here: to do what I do, you've gotta be untouchable. No one can see you so much as sweat. Show one piece of weakness, and someone-- Someone's gonna take advantage of that.
[ Jack seems to be choosing his words very carefully here, and there's definitely that kind of intensity again where he's clearly measuring Rhys's reactions. It's easy to read by now, though. This is how he always is when he feels that he's opening up in some way. ]
So I'm Handsome Jack, not just Jack or-- John. I've got the mask, 'cause no one can see the fact that someone made me bleed. That's- Y'know, that's what being at the top means, Rhys. There's people waiting to knock you down. If I'm sensitive or if I feel anything? I better not show it. It's ammunition. Plain and simple.
[ But for the last part, it's when Jack's gaze is the most intense. It's where it borders on being uncomfortable, since it's the sort of tension where it's hard to tell whether Jack is a hair away from murder, or if it's just how he expresses his seriousness in every situation. ]
And hope you understand. I'm trusting you with that.
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Date: 2016-08-10 04:48 am (UTC)That might be worrying, since that's never quite a good thing to see from Jack, but his answer is... surprisingly honest. ]
...No, you can't, kiddo. It ruins the image.
[ He pauses again, almost like he's considering leaving it at that, but he ends up elaborating just a little more. ]
Let me tell you something here: to do what I do, you've gotta be untouchable. No one can see you so much as sweat. Show one piece of weakness, and someone-- Someone's gonna take advantage of that.
[ Jack seems to be choosing his words very carefully here, and there's definitely that kind of intensity again where he's clearly measuring Rhys's reactions. It's easy to read by now, though. This is how he always is when he feels that he's opening up in some way. ]
So I'm Handsome Jack, not just Jack or-- John. I've got the mask, 'cause no one can see the fact that someone made me bleed. That's- Y'know, that's what being at the top means, Rhys. There's people waiting to knock you down. If I'm sensitive or if I feel anything? I better not show it. It's ammunition. Plain and simple.
[ But for the last part, it's when Jack's gaze is the most intense. It's where it borders on being uncomfortable, since it's the sort of tension where it's hard to tell whether Jack is a hair away from murder, or if it's just how he expresses his seriousness in every situation. ]
And hope you understand. I'm trusting you with that.