day eight - i hate rhys

[heroizes]

[ After putting out the fire, Jack had left his apartment pretty quickly to go track down Rhys, though he had gotten somewhat distracted. In fairness, his alarm had decreased somewhat when he had seen other peoples' wounds and seen that they weren't severe enough to be deadly. It gave him enough comfort to pause and check on the people he liked, though all of those visits were at least brief.

After those brief visits, he's back to hunting for Rhys, which probably doesn't take long. Thankfully, the Complex isn't that big. When he sees Rhys, Jack nearly skids to a stop. He runs up to meet him and immediately grips Rhys's shoulders. ]

Holy shit— Rhys, why the hell did you leave? There- Was that a friggin' explosion? What the fuck are your people doing?

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[jackhole]

[ rhys can't help but sigh and when the bandages are done, he runs a hand over the tight cloth holding him together. he still wants to touch jack, to reaffirm what used to be with what is but he knows he doesn't want to push it. today is going to be hard enough as it is and he's slowly losing his ability to be careful about it, his caution unraveling like string by the second.

so, rhys gives a firm shake of his head then, not going to give into jack like this. ]

I do but you're not going to believe it. So, there's no point in telling you. Not yet, anyway.

[ he shrug, reaching out for a moment before thinking better of it and instead taking a step back to grab his shirt off the floor. it's still covered in blood and he frowns at it, needing to go back to his room to find something clean to wear but there's still so much chaos happening below them. fuck. ]

We have to get back downstairs, Jack. I have to figure out what I'm going to do, see what I can find out.