He is good at it. And yet... for a few days, while he more or less hounded Jack for a job... It makes you think. How good must he be, to adapt like that? To become silent and perfect so that even Jack didn't try for the depths beneath the cool exterior.
It's part of the reason Jack didn't forcibly retcon him immediately.
"I guess you know that I need to ask you about some things," he says, after a few moments of excruciating silence. "I need to have some answers before I can decide where to go from here."
It's a soberer, more distant Jack from normal that gazes at his former... what? Butler? Teaboy? He hasn't had to be like this for a very long time, and it's faintly worrying how easily the coldness overtakes him. He's not sure he likes it, but for now, for this, he needs it.
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Date: 2008-04-21 10:54 pm (UTC)It's part of the reason Jack didn't forcibly retcon him immediately.
"I guess you know that I need to ask you about some things," he says, after a few moments of excruciating silence. "I need to have some answers before I can decide where to go from here."
It's a soberer, more distant Jack from normal that gazes at his former... what? Butler? Teaboy? He hasn't had to be like this for a very long time, and it's faintly worrying how easily the coldness overtakes him. He's not sure he likes it, but for now, for this, he needs it.