[ Jack makes a noise of frustration when he's stopped again, and it certainly serves it purpose of getting Jack to look at Rhys. He looks up at him sharply, and there's a sharp response already on his tongue about whether Rhys actually wants him to do this or not. The touching, especially the intimate touching is starting to irritate him. Rhys is acting like they're dating after fooling around once? That's- God, even to someone that gotten broken up with for being "clingy," that seems like a little much.
However, the actual question at least gets Jack to swallow that retort.
The anger in his eyes cools down quickly, but it cools down perhaps past where it should. There's a pause in his actions and his words, because he's evaluating telling Rhys the truth or not. It was implicit, and hell, with how Rhys talked about him? He doesn't even think it would be a surprise. But it didn't mean he was exactly keen to tell him either. It was dangerous, potentially ruinous to their alliance, but...
Unless Rhys was very lucky, he wouldn't have to worry about it. The guy was really unlikely to live to curfew. He takes a deep breath, as if with it, swallowing that likelihood against Jack's worry that Rhys's death would somehow mean terrible things for him. But— ]
What do you think? I'm going to get out of here, obviously.
[ He doesn't want to give too much here. He doesn't want to give any specifics of his plan, because he does have one, but this one... It's far more selfish. So as such, he can't allow people to ruin it. ]
It's just numbers. Plain and simple. Thirty people for the tens of thousands on Elpis? I don't think so. [ His voice is cold here, and maybe that's put on, or maybe this had been Jack's plan from the moment he'd heard about that number. ] I'd kill all of them with those kind of numbers. I have to.
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However, the actual question at least gets Jack to swallow that retort.
The anger in his eyes cools down quickly, but it cools down perhaps past where it should. There's a pause in his actions and his words, because he's evaluating telling Rhys the truth or not. It was implicit, and hell, with how Rhys talked about him? He doesn't even think it would be a surprise. But it didn't mean he was exactly keen to tell him either. It was dangerous, potentially ruinous to their alliance, but...
Unless Rhys was very lucky, he wouldn't have to worry about it. The guy was really unlikely to live to curfew. He takes a deep breath, as if with it, swallowing that likelihood against Jack's worry that Rhys's death would somehow mean terrible things for him. But— ]
What do you think? I'm going to get out of here, obviously.
[ He doesn't want to give too much here. He doesn't want to give any specifics of his plan, because he does have one, but this one... It's far more selfish. So as such, he can't allow people to ruin it. ]
It's just numbers. Plain and simple. Thirty people for the tens of thousands on Elpis? I don't think so. [ His voice is cold here, and maybe that's put on, or maybe this had been Jack's plan from the moment he'd heard about that number. ] I'd kill all of them with those kind of numbers. I have to.