Well, I've got a bad habit of not remembering how I finally bite the dust, honestly. We'll say two and a half out of three, since the second one technically hasn't happened yet, but, eh, I know about it, so I can count it.
[ His tone is light, but it's not quite dismissive. He's deflecting that concern, though this time it's not necessarily because he finds it being given disorienting. Perhaps he's a bit used to that from Elizabeth now, but it also could just be that in dying, it does seem a bit more reasonable to him. Though as such, he doesn't want it to weigh too heavily on him. Death isn't the end, not for him, he thinks. So accepting any kind of pity for it might validate it in a way he doesn't want.
He's surprised when she speaks of wanting to talk, enough to breathe out a small laugh. He wonders just what could be on her mind so much to beat him to that, because he really feels like his is probably more... Something. He's not sure what it's more of, but it's something heavy, and it's also something that effectively brought them together and drove them apart equally. Realizing that latter part especially, his hug does lessen, but he doesn't step away from her completely as he withdraws. His hand remains on her arm like a comforting weight. ]
Yeah I- Well, kinda feel the same way, actually. I've got something I want-- Well, something I need to tell you. Talk about? Shit, I don't know. But—
[ He waves his other hand dismissively, since the stumbling over his words here is coming from some anxiety around getting to that. ]
Well, when you don't know where to start, I figure just start at what comes to mind first. Always works out well enough for me. [ This is terrible advice, though, considering Jack's proclivity to just speak without a filter... ]
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[ His tone is light, but it's not quite dismissive. He's deflecting that concern, though this time it's not necessarily because he finds it being given disorienting. Perhaps he's a bit used to that from Elizabeth now, but it also could just be that in dying, it does seem a bit more reasonable to him. Though as such, he doesn't want it to weigh too heavily on him. Death isn't the end, not for him, he thinks. So accepting any kind of pity for it might validate it in a way he doesn't want.
He's surprised when she speaks of wanting to talk, enough to breathe out a small laugh. He wonders just what could be on her mind so much to beat him to that, because he really feels like his is probably more... Something. He's not sure what it's more of, but it's something heavy, and it's also something that effectively brought them together and drove them apart equally. Realizing that latter part especially, his hug does lessen, but he doesn't step away from her completely as he withdraws. His hand remains on her arm like a comforting weight. ]
Yeah I- Well, kinda feel the same way, actually. I've got something I want-- Well, something I need to tell you. Talk about? Shit, I don't know. But—
[ He waves his other hand dismissively, since the stumbling over his words here is coming from some anxiety around getting to that. ]
Well, when you don't know where to start, I figure just start at what comes to mind first. Always works out well enough for me. [ This is terrible advice, though, considering Jack's proclivity to just speak without a filter... ]