[ Jack kept telling himself he was ready and prepared for all contingencies. Hana throwing an object at him on first notice, cursing him out in Korean, flat-out ignoring him until he left... possibly even jumping his cock... each scenario was a possibility with her. being passive aggressive while pretending a video game was more important wasn't too far down the list of those most likely to occur, and yet, he is almost at a loss for words when she brings up the bathroom so quickly. ]
Okay. Point taken. But I told you, "Do as I say, not as I do"―
[ he cuts himself off when he realizes how ridiculous that sounds. if there's a time to avoid being overly fatherly, it's right now. this is a moment where Jack has to embrace that he had sex with the young woman in front of him, the very same one that flips her damn shirt back up just to defy his protests to her revealing attire. he had dug this grave himself, with maybe a little bit of assistance in the form of a shovel named Hana Song. ]
At least I finally got you to look at me. Does this help? [ a hiss of air can be heard when he unclasps the visor from his face, pulling the strip of tinted glass and the mouth covering off to show the scarred features that she has gotten to know oh-so-well. Jack sets it aside on her desk and decides to take it upon himself to sit in the computer chair, deciding it is for the best to avoid the bed altogether considering her current mindset. ] I'm here to talk. To check up on you. To see how you feel. It's beginning to affect you in-and-out of the suit.
[ he's prepared to cover himself with the literal reason being that she is going to become a liability out there on the field if she keeps preoccupying herself with their situation. internally, he feels guilt for getting her like this in the first place. guilt over the fact that he would like to see if they could get away with a second time. guilt over how he is still unable to pry his now-visible eyes off from her ass. god dammit― ]
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Okay. Point taken. But I told you, "Do as I say, not as I do"―
[ he cuts himself off when he realizes how ridiculous that sounds. if there's a time to avoid being overly fatherly, it's right now. this is a moment where Jack has to embrace that he had sex with the young woman in front of him, the very same one that flips her damn shirt back up just to defy his protests to her revealing attire. he had dug this grave himself, with maybe a little bit of assistance in the form of a shovel named Hana Song. ]
At least I finally got you to look at me. Does this help? [ a hiss of air can be heard when he unclasps the visor from his face, pulling the strip of tinted glass and the mouth covering off to show the scarred features that she has gotten to know oh-so-well. Jack sets it aside on her desk and decides to take it upon himself to sit in the computer chair, deciding it is for the best to avoid the bed altogether considering her current mindset. ] I'm here to talk. To check up on you. To see how you feel. It's beginning to affect you in-and-out of the suit.
[ he's prepared to cover himself with the literal reason being that she is going to become a liability out there on the field if she keeps preoccupying herself with their situation. internally, he feels guilt for getting her like this in the first place. guilt over the fact that he would like to see if they could get away with a second time. guilt over how he is still unable to pry his now-visible eyes off from her ass. god dammit― ]
Will you turn around, Hana. Please.