[ elizabeth kicks him and he hisses, eyes darting to where her hand lands on jack's shoulder and there's a weird, dropping motion in his stomach -- especially when he jack seems so damn satisfied about it. his hands curl tighter into jack's shirt for a moment before he immediately just. lets go.
he takes a step back, hands running through his hair as he tries to focus on what the four of them are talking about -- plans and facts and some sort of drive to figure out what's going on but holy shit, he does not care. nothing about this matters to him and instead it's a bunch of people he barely likes talking about things he doesn't care about and he -- he can't handle this. he thought he could but it turns out, he can't and he just sort of wants to be alone with jack again because jack makes shit less terrible but fucking elizabeth is here and she takes jack away from him and wait no, that's weird. don't think that, rhys. it's fine, it's fine, it's --
it's not fine. a kind of quiet gutted noise comes from rhys, low under the murmur of conversation here and he's just going to mumble here -- ]
I... have to go. Immediately? Far away. Ke-keep talking, it's fiiiiiine. Fine. Totally fine.
[ and then he sort of... very hurriedly rushes for the door of the stupid cottage, tripping over his feet in the meantime before dashing right out the door.
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Date: 2016-08-30 04:00 am (UTC)he takes a step back, hands running through his hair as he tries to focus on what the four of them are talking about -- plans and facts and some sort of drive to figure out what's going on but holy shit, he does not care. nothing about this matters to him and instead it's a bunch of people he barely likes talking about things he doesn't care about and he -- he can't handle this. he thought he could but it turns out, he can't and he just sort of wants to be alone with jack again because jack makes shit less terrible but fucking elizabeth is here and she takes jack away from him and wait no, that's weird. don't think that, rhys. it's fine, it's fine, it's --
it's not fine. a kind of quiet gutted noise comes from rhys, low under the murmur of conversation here and he's just going to mumble here -- ]
I... have to go. Immediately? Far away. Ke-keep talking, it's fiiiiiine. Fine. Totally fine.
[ and then he sort of... very hurriedly rushes for the door of the stupid cottage, tripping over his feet in the meantime before dashing right out the door.
probably still in his freggin socks. ]