Yeah, but it's not that one. We- I mean, shit, we've totally already been over this.
[ Jack sighs out in exasperation, because he absolutely remembers getting somewhat embarrassed over Rhys so blatantly pointing out his sentimentality. There's also an element of that sigh that's coming from how Rhys steps closer and lingers there, but that's more from the sort of sigh that comes with fondness, however twisted that may actually be.
Which, of course, Jack expresses in the only way that he knows how. Stupidly and aggressively. Jack listens with a partial scowl on his face, but before Rhys finishes, Jack shakes his head. The hand that Rhys isn't holding comes up to Rhys's face to pat him on the cheek a few times. It's almost the sort of gesture that you'd give someone to get them to wake up from a deep sleep, but it's just Jack being weird and physical... ]
Ah, ah, ah— [ His tone is almost warning with those syllables that go with each smack, but that's gone quickly as he continues. ]
Don't even start on that, pumpkin. Look, Liz can handle that. She's smart, don't worry about it. [ rhys was absolutely not worried about this, jack ] They're my team, but you're—
[ Okay, he still doesn't know what the fuck Rhys even is to him. Part of him knows that this is selfish and that this is just some kind of way for them to both have someone, something to cling to, but... It's not quite so simple that Jack's coldly divorced from feeling anything at all. So instead of trying to parse through that, he ignores it, as he has been every time that question comes up. That hand falls to rest on Rhys's shoulder, and he defaults back to the sort of nicknames (of a sort) that Jack tends to spout off without really thinking. ]
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Date: 2016-08-30 11:48 pm (UTC)[ Jack sighs out in exasperation, because he absolutely remembers getting somewhat embarrassed over Rhys so blatantly pointing out his sentimentality. There's also an element of that sigh that's coming from how Rhys steps closer and lingers there, but that's more from the sort of sigh that comes with fondness, however twisted that may actually be.
Which, of course, Jack expresses in the only way that he knows how. Stupidly and aggressively. Jack listens with a partial scowl on his face, but before Rhys finishes, Jack shakes his head. The hand that Rhys isn't holding comes up to Rhys's face to pat him on the cheek a few times. It's almost the sort of gesture that you'd give someone to get them to wake up from a deep sleep, but it's just Jack being weird and physical... ]
Ah, ah, ah— [ His tone is almost warning with those syllables that go with each smack, but that's gone quickly as he continues. ]
Don't even start on that, pumpkin. Look, Liz can handle that. She's smart, don't worry about it. [ rhys was absolutely not worried about this, jack ] They're my team, but you're—
[ Okay, he still doesn't know what the fuck Rhys even is to him. Part of him knows that this is selfish and that this is just some kind of way for them to both have someone, something to cling to, but... It's not quite so simple that Jack's coldly divorced from feeling anything at all. So instead of trying to parse through that, he ignores it, as he has been every time that question comes up. That hand falls to rest on Rhys's shoulder, and he defaults back to the sort of nicknames (of a sort) that Jack tends to spout off without really thinking. ]
You're my guy. C'mon.