"Apparently a metric assload of people want me dead lately." Jack shifts into an angle that favors his intact shoulder, trying to take pressure off his ribs - he doesn't really care about the pain, learned to deal with pain a long time ago, but it makes it harder to breathe. For whatever reason, he kind of still wants to keep breathing, even if it's labored.
Well, kind of. He's still in shock, so once that wears off, that's probably going to change. The offer gets a scoff that hurts him, though, curling up on himself, wheezing his breaths until they even out a little.
"Jesus, what are you? My fucking therapist?" His voice is low, but rising as he stands, raking a hand through his hair so hard he pulls strands. It's dirty, tangled. He's got dirt under his nails and across his exposed skin, and he's bloody from those scratches, and if there is any bandaging on them, he's tearing it off. Tony's not the best listener and Jack isn't the best with feeling things - Sofia's known that since she met him. He never attacked her, but he'd attacked others, fell into fits of violent rage that only she could stop, and maybe Tony's seen her do that. Now she's not here, and he knows he can't afford to lose control here, because she'd be so angry with him if she knew he'd done that to Anthony.
That doesn't mean he can't pace around the coffee table and across the apartment, still shirtless, clenching and unclenching hands like he's not quite sure what to do with them.
"It should've been me," he rumbles, but his voice doesn't stay low for long, gradually turning more and more desperate. "She didn't deserve to go, she - she was so beautiful, and so kind, and she could've found another husband. Somebody her folks would just be tickled fucking shitless to have. They'd love him. They'd do Thanksgiving and Christmas and Easter and nobody would miss me but her and the baby, but that'd be okay." A cough. "She should never have married me. She deserved better."
You is the implication here, because isn't that how it's supposed to work? You marry the bff with the steady job, you buy a house, you get a dog, that's how it is. Not for her though, because she married some loser and now she's dead.
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Well, kind of. He's still in shock, so once that wears off, that's probably going to change. The offer gets a scoff that hurts him, though, curling up on himself, wheezing his breaths until they even out a little.
"Jesus, what are you? My fucking therapist?" His voice is low, but rising as he stands, raking a hand through his hair so hard he pulls strands. It's dirty, tangled. He's got dirt under his nails and across his exposed skin, and he's bloody from those scratches, and if there is any bandaging on them, he's tearing it off. Tony's not the best listener and Jack isn't the best with feeling things - Sofia's known that since she met him. He never attacked her, but he'd attacked others, fell into fits of violent rage that only she could stop, and maybe Tony's seen her do that. Now she's not here, and he knows he can't afford to lose control here, because she'd be so angry with him if she knew he'd done that to Anthony.
That doesn't mean he can't pace around the coffee table and across the apartment, still shirtless, clenching and unclenching hands like he's not quite sure what to do with them.
"It should've been me," he rumbles, but his voice doesn't stay low for long, gradually turning more and more desperate. "She didn't deserve to go, she - she was so beautiful, and so kind, and she could've found another husband. Somebody her folks would just be tickled fucking shitless to have. They'd love him. They'd do Thanksgiving and Christmas and Easter and nobody would miss me but her and the baby, but that'd be okay." A cough. "She should never have married me. She deserved better."
You is the implication here, because isn't that how it's supposed to work? You marry the bff with the steady job, you buy a house, you get a dog, that's how it is. Not for her though, because she married some loser and now she's dead.
"I can't go back to the house."