[ he can't believe that he is getting so much snark from her while in such a strange position. Hana is so fixated on showing him just how angry she is that she doesn't even care about the fact that she was contorting herself like a snake. it would be funny to see had it not been for the emotional development things have taken in the blink of an eye. as bad as she has been at bottling up her feelings in the first place, she was still obviously doing so to an extent when considering how harshly she blows up on him.
Jack is understandably mute and observant as she lets him know how she truly feels. when the tears are seen and her voice begins to shake, he knows there is no way out of this without at least a little more pain. for the both of them, to the inevitable surprise of Hana. he doesn't even flinch when she turns to finally look at him, words booming from their close proximity and her inability to keep her emotions in check. knowing her, she will just assume he is some kind of impenetrable stone wall, none of this truly getting to him like she would wish.
when she's finally done, he doesn't answer immediately. he just stares at her, hands pressed firmly into his knees. Jack leans in and studies the sadness and anger on her face, squinting his eyes to show that he was studying her before she buries herself into her palms. he's trying to think of a proper way of responding, something that would both alleviate her concerns and answer her numerous questions. nothing comes up except for an inquiry of his own. ]
Why do you care so much? Why is it so important to you? Was it more than just sex? Hm?
[ there is a startling amount of gentleness when he reaches forward and grabs her wrists with his large, calloused fingertips. he pulls them up and away from her so that she has no choice but to continue making eye contact with him, and he's close enough to her and the bed by now that his legs are hitting the edge. ]
Don't tell me you've fallen for a broken old man. You had to have already found out that was a bad idea.
[ he visibly frowns for her while his thumbs run up and down her knuckles in an attempt to reassure. or, at the very least, to tame her unquenched anger. when that may not do it, Jack pulls her hand up to his stubbled cheek, allowing her nails to scratch against the rough features while he speaks in a low, yet assertive whisper. ]
Hit me if you think it will help. Punch, slap, claw. It won't, but you can try.
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Jack is understandably mute and observant as she lets him know how she truly feels. when the tears are seen and her voice begins to shake, he knows there is no way out of this without at least a little more pain. for the both of them, to the inevitable surprise of Hana. he doesn't even flinch when she turns to finally look at him, words booming from their close proximity and her inability to keep her emotions in check. knowing her, she will just assume he is some kind of impenetrable stone wall, none of this truly getting to him like she would wish.
when she's finally done, he doesn't answer immediately. he just stares at her, hands pressed firmly into his knees. Jack leans in and studies the sadness and anger on her face, squinting his eyes to show that he was studying her before she buries herself into her palms. he's trying to think of a proper way of responding, something that would both alleviate her concerns and answer her numerous questions. nothing comes up except for an inquiry of his own. ]
Why do you care so much? Why is it so important to you? Was it more than just sex? Hm?
[ there is a startling amount of gentleness when he reaches forward and grabs her wrists with his large, calloused fingertips. he pulls them up and away from her so that she has no choice but to continue making eye contact with him, and he's close enough to her and the bed by now that his legs are hitting the edge. ]
Don't tell me you've fallen for a broken old man. You had to have already found out that was a bad idea.
[ he visibly frowns for her while his thumbs run up and down her knuckles in an attempt to reassure. or, at the very least, to tame her unquenched anger. when that may not do it, Jack pulls her hand up to his stubbled cheek, allowing her nails to scratch against the rough features while he speaks in a low, yet assertive whisper. ]
Hit me if you think it will help. Punch, slap, claw. It won't, but you can try.