[ It's certainly what Jack would secretly prefer, though the whole point is that it's secret. He'll do plenty of shittalking about Rhys later (and maybe he already has), but so long as he can keep his temper in check, being cordial to his face is more important. So far as Jack is concerned, this guy is a little... off. As such, Jack's not itching to incite him to violence again. ]
Yeah, there you go again, talking like you know me. C'mon, at least let me have my coffee before you start pulling the weird... whatever.
[ Jack frowns, since he doesn't like that at all. Even if this is a friendlier Jack, he still had his share of secrets, and they were all ones he was invested in hiding. Granted, some of those were beyond his recall, but that only made that little itch of paranoia worse. He didn't like Rhys having any kind of advantage over him, and a true Hyperion, Jack's not going to give him any more of that leverage than he already has. He's just hoping that Rhys hasn't quite realized that just yet.
He tosses the can in his hand again, but it's set down too before he goes to grab a pan and a spatula. Looks like he's going to try out a corned beef hash this morning. ]
And I'm wearing glasses because- I mean, why else would I be wearing 'em? They're just reading glasses, all right? And I didn't feel like looking like a moron trying to read the stupid tiny print on these friggin' cans. [ He waves a hand dismissively as he starts to dig around for a can opener, though the comment that follows is more to himself than Rhys. ] Maybe should've fixed the eyesight before getting a double, but, eh, whatever.
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Yeah, there you go again, talking like you know me. C'mon, at least let me have my coffee before you start pulling the weird... whatever.
[ Jack frowns, since he doesn't like that at all. Even if this is a friendlier Jack, he still had his share of secrets, and they were all ones he was invested in hiding. Granted, some of those were beyond his recall, but that only made that little itch of paranoia worse. He didn't like Rhys having any kind of advantage over him, and a true Hyperion, Jack's not going to give him any more of that leverage than he already has. He's just hoping that Rhys hasn't quite realized that just yet.
He tosses the can in his hand again, but it's set down too before he goes to grab a pan and a spatula. Looks like he's going to try out a corned beef hash this morning. ]
And I'm wearing glasses because- I mean, why else would I be wearing 'em? They're just reading glasses, all right? And I didn't feel like looking like a moron trying to read the stupid tiny print on these friggin' cans. [ He waves a hand dismissively as he starts to dig around for a can opener, though the comment that follows is more to himself than Rhys. ] Maybe should've fixed the eyesight before getting a double, but, eh, whatever.