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day 3
[ So after people clean up the mess that SOMEONE made, Jack is of course going to spend 99% of his time in the tech lab. It essentially brings with it a sentiment of "home sweet home," even though everything is so outrageously outdated. Still, that never stopped Jack before, and instead, he's a bit excited to get to toy with some unusual tech. It's different problems to solve, and that's always something he enjoys. It's the engineer in him.
By the afternoon, Jack is already well into starting a project, though he's just doing engineering drawings and figuring on some graph paper. This also means more Fun Jack Facts that Rhys probably didn't know, since the drawing itself is more precise than artistic, but it's still good. As for what it is... Well. Jack's Hyperion, so of course it's a gun. What else would it be? It's a crude pipe gun, since that's what seems to be avaliable in the workshop, but it's still something he's apparently planning on putting the kind of attention to detail that he would give to something more sophisticated.
However, this is all just background, since when Rhys comes into the workshop, Jack looks up from his work. It's only a glance at first, but seeing that it's Rhys, he sits up at the table he's taken over. ]
Oh, hey- Hey, wanted to talk to you, actually.
[ He'd meant to do it earlier in the day, but he had forgotten, honestly... Look, this room is exciting okay rhys understands ]
Got a minute?
By the afternoon, Jack is already well into starting a project, though he's just doing engineering drawings and figuring on some graph paper. This also means more Fun Jack Facts that Rhys probably didn't know, since the drawing itself is more precise than artistic, but it's still good. As for what it is... Well. Jack's Hyperion, so of course it's a gun. What else would it be? It's a crude pipe gun, since that's what seems to be avaliable in the workshop, but it's still something he's apparently planning on putting the kind of attention to detail that he would give to something more sophisticated.
However, this is all just background, since when Rhys comes into the workshop, Jack looks up from his work. It's only a glance at first, but seeing that it's Rhys, he sits up at the table he's taken over. ]
Oh, hey- Hey, wanted to talk to you, actually.
[ He'd meant to do it earlier in the day, but he had forgotten, honestly... Look, this room is exciting okay rhys understands ]
Got a minute?
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For one, he listens to what Rhys says as he has been despite himself each time Rhys speaks. He's desperate to pull out any advantage he can from some kind of vision of his future, even if it feels bleak when Rhys talks about how casually Jack will kill people or how Rhys feared for his life around him. Rhys's rambling isn't anything Jack hasn't wondered himself. What happened in between to change him so much? His 40s seem like they're so far away and not all at once, so whatever it was, it had to be drastic. He wasn't perfect, but Jack had thought he was a better man than what Rhys describes each time.
But for once, that's not quite at the forefront of Jack's concerns here, since the disappointment shifts as Rhys talks to a discomfort of a very different quality. Jack always did his best to exude confidence even to the point over the top cockiness, since it was more comfortable for him. So being called nice but also an asshole in the same breath was contradictory, but also... surprisingly flattering?
Jack is simple in some ways, after all. They're all traits that Rhys knows, but in an exagerrated form. So attention like this? Jack absolutely loves it. But it's not exactly something he's familiar with yet. That would come later, when the sort of devotion and admiration from people like Rhys became something normal for him, but for now, it's novel. And in fact, Jack probably could have played it off pretty well, still dismissive and kind of rude, but how Rhys ends that rambling declaration is the final bit to throw him off completely. ]
Wh— Sweet. Sweet.
[ Now Rhys isn't alone, at least, because Jack's face is starting to heat up too, though he's quick to cover it with a hand. ]
C'moooon, that's- That's not true? I'm not friggin' sweet, at least do me some credit here and say... [ UGH ] Cool? Handsome? Heroic? Ughhhhh...
[ That "ugh" is definitely draw out as he just shakes his head here and tries (and likely fails) to regain his cool points ]
"Asshole" was better than that, cripes.
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ohhhhh my god.
rhys didn't really expect that kind of reaction -- just some more dismissive bragging, so he's a bit stunned when jack starts blushing and covering his face. then the whining, because that's totally whining there, gets a grin to slowly spread across rhys' face and he -- well, he has to wonder how far he can go here.
he takes a step closer to the table, leaning on it and dropping his voice to a teasing murmur as he reaches out a hand to tug jack's hand away from his face. come on, if you saw rhys blush, he gets to see you blush, jack. when he speaks, it's more just spilling words but it's all... complimentary now. if this is what one compliment gets rhys, imagine a whole shower of them. rhys doesn't mind taking up that challenge. ]
Well, yeah. You are all those things, Jack. Cool, handsome, heroic. You're also sweet. You could've let me go without breakfast the other day, you didn't. You invited me for breakfast and that was -- it was nice. Weird, but nice. And I told you too -- I told you you were gonna kill me, right? I was so sure about it. What do you do? Promise to not kill me. That's not Hyperion at all and you know it. That's just you being a nice guy, who wants to do something good. Something heroic even. That's not -- that's not the Jack I know but it's definitely the Jack I prefer. I could come to like that Jack a lot.
[ and he's not even done yet. his grin widens and without really thinking, he rubs his robot thumb gently across jack's wrist, giving a hum of thought before -- ]
And handsome? Yeah. The goatee is -- well, it's pretty dumb, honestly, but the rest? Sharp features. Nice, thick hair that looks incredibly soft to touch. Gorgeous smile. Good body. You're not as -- you're not as buff as you are in the future, sure, but you're lean and it's really nice. Have you seen your shoulders, Jack? A guy could say, uh, say some pretty choice things about those shoulders and how much he might want to hold onto them.
[ then he shrugs and pulls his hand away, standing up straight again and pushing up his sleeves to his elbows as he places his hands on his hips. he grins, pleased as punch. ]
And, you know what? You've got a great laugh too. Infectious even. There's nothing about it I don't like... though I could live without it being directed at me all the time, heh. Still, I like it when you laugh so... I can deal with it.
[ rhys, why are you such a terrible person. ]
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Jack scowls when Rhys pulls his hand away, and he jerks his wrist to tug it back into his control, and he even starts to reply: ]
Oh, go fu-- [ There's a sharp tone there, but it trails off into an "uh" as that thought essentially dies as he's given more compliments. They start out as the ones he wants, but it goes into that part of who he is that he's more embarrassed about, because for all his efforts to come off as anything but, he's a sensitive person. It's not a very Hyperion quality, and he seems to know it with how he groans in exasperation. Rhys may have pulled away his hand, but this is truly shameful enough that his other hand just comes up to his face. It's not quite out of hiding his expression so much as just a general gesture of his true emotional agony here. Clearly. ]
Hoooooly crap, just-- Okay, yes, I get it, I'm the greatest! Totally to half-mast here with how you're stroking my ego. Gotcha. [ is this a joke?? a Mystery ] You- You can totally stop now.
[ Because the worst part, so far as he's concerned? He may be sure that Rhys is just fucking with him to get him to react, but it's working. He hates letting people get to him, but this outpouring of compliments, even if they're totally fake, is. A lot. And the worst part here is that he's not even sure if they are fake? Especially when Rhys starts talking about him physically, because to each point, Jack may mentally be like "yes, true," but it still gets him so tongue-tied that he can't respond with his usual bravado. He's used to a passive-aggressive almost-compliment in passing, not. This.
By the time Rhys finishes, Jack just groans in frustration again, and then adds, almost as an afterthought, because this is apparently the one part he decides to respond to: ]
...Wait, fuck you, I love my goatee.
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but he looks up and notices that they are probably not the only ones in the tech lab anymore so, he decides he's going to need to cut this short soon. plus, he's got way more to do today than sit here and lavish jack in compliments??
... which he still kind of wants to do, honestly. ]
Your goatee's super dumb. Remember Tassiter's beard? It's like that but just, like, higher. Haven't you ever heard of artful stubble? Like, have you met Bigby? He's all... swole and hot and angry and it's. It's good, is what I'm saying. Wonder if he's into guys.
[ then he remembers he's uh, talking to jack actually and probably shouldn't gush about the other hot dudes in the complex to the dude he's specifically trying to bone. so, he shrugs and runs a hand through his hair, letting out a nervous laugh. ]
Okay, I'm going to go before it gets weird. You're not like, the only one I want to talk to today.
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[ Well, if Jack actually was at half-mast, there is nothing that could be a bigger boner killer than this terrible revelation. He actually makes a sputtering, choking sort of noise, and he slaps his hand on the table. ]
What? No. No. It is not like Tassiter's beard! Is it? Shit.
[ This is a crisis of a different kind, and at least that reaction to the compliments is forgotten more or less in an instant. This is the worst thing anyone has ever said to Jack? He's pretty sure, at least. His life is over. This is the end. He has to retire as a hero now, lest he be remembered for having a beard similar to Tassiter.
So instead, as Rhys tries to run away from this situation, Jack is all too happy to encourage it. ]
Yeah. Jesus. Please go ruin someone else's day.