[ After receiving a series of messages, Jack sits back with a sigh at his desk. He reaches up to massage his brow lightly like he's tired, but he leans forward again to grab his glasses off the desk as he opens the drawer that contains Rhys's hard drive. It's not quite alone anymore, since it's become something of the place where Jack has started storing sentimental things, though that wasn't quite his intent. He hesitates, but only briefly before he grabs the letters that Elizabeth had written for him. He looks between the two, the sighs as he picks up the crumpled one first. ]
So, uh— [ He starts awkwardly, since he's aware now that people could be watching him, which is... An odd realization to have. He looks up to the ceiling, though he doesn't even know where he'd be looking to look at-- Whoever could be watching. Jack shakes his head and looks back at the papers. ]
Look, kind of weird to just... talk. Knowing someone is maybe listening? Watching. Jesus. [ He frowns and shakes his head. ] And Rhys, if you're listening, since, who am I kidding, I know you are, just— Christ.
[ He runs a hand through his hair, then leans back in his chair with a heavy sigh. ]
Okay, look. I just know from- from the friggin' picture that I'm... I'm gonna get upset. So, I dunno. Don't... mention it. I have feelings, you said it's not weird, et cetera, just pointing this out because screw you.
[ he's sensitive, aubrey
Which is to say, Jack is rather defensive at the prospect of showing any kind of emotion he perceives as weakness where people might be watching. He makes a discontent noise, but opens the first, crumpled up letter to read it— ]
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Date: 2016-08-15 04:24 pm (UTC)So, uh— [ He starts awkwardly, since he's aware now that people could be watching him, which is... An odd realization to have. He looks up to the ceiling, though he doesn't even know where he'd be looking to look at-- Whoever could be watching. Jack shakes his head and looks back at the papers. ]
Look, kind of weird to just... talk. Knowing someone is maybe listening? Watching. Jesus. [ He frowns and shakes his head. ] And Rhys, if you're listening, since, who am I kidding, I know you are, just— Christ.
[ He runs a hand through his hair, then leans back in his chair with a heavy sigh. ]
Okay, look. I just know from- from the friggin' picture that I'm... I'm gonna get upset. So, I dunno. Don't... mention it. I have feelings, you said it's not weird, et cetera, just pointing this out because screw you.
[ he's sensitive, aubrey
Which is to say, Jack is rather defensive at the prospect of showing any kind of emotion he perceives as weakness where people might be watching. He makes a discontent noise, but opens the first, crumpled up letter to read it— ]