[Recollé] Telenovela Ep1: Tony y Jack

[flyguy]

It couldn't be said Tony had ever been Jack's biggest fan. No, not the fondest of the guy. Downright animosity came to mind as a good descriptor. But he'd made...not nice, he was bad at nice, but he'd kept the more choice words in his mind and his hands in his pockets instead of arranged into fists planted in Jack's smug face.

All for Sofia's sake. Every last bit of it. She loved the guy. What more could he do for a friend who'd gotten him through some of his darker times than be supportive? If his feelings for her strayed a little deeper all the more reason to shut up and stick it out for her.

That wasn't Sofia at his door now though. Jack wasn't looking too hot and something about that put Tony on edge. He didn't move aside to let the other man in. "Looking for something? Hooters is right around the corner. They've got a great brunch line up."

Hi Jack. Nice to see you. Or not.

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you know my weakness for dramaz so here's more

[hjack69]

When he wakes up, Jack does what he always does when he's in a bed - he reaches back with a slurred babe, because it's daytime and their precocious three-year-old is going to start wandering around the house soon, probably get into the cereal while she's at it. They have a house, Jack's done that much, even if it's small and kind of crappy and they don't have a lot of cash. They have food, even if it's that generic shit like Froot Circles and Hamburger Assistant. (They do okay. They both deserve more, but Soph is always telling him we're happy.) The TV is small but they get cartoons, and their sofa is kind of springy, but all three of them have found comfortable spots of their own. Soph'll make him bacon and potatoes because she knows it's probably all he'll eat today, and Jack gets ready for work, promising to eat on the drive over so she doesn't chew him out for not taking care of himself.

Yeah, it's kind of crappy at the edges, and it's not as fun as when they could just speed off and go party, but he likes it. They're happy, and if they're happy, he's happy too.

But the bed is cold and the room isn't his, and when he remembers, he just kind of tries to will himself dead for about twenty minutes. That's what lovebirds are supposed to do, right? Is it actually a thing?

It's not actually a thing, or at least it isn't for him, because he ends up getting around and looking for his boots. It's uncharacteristically thoughtful for him to take them off before getting in the bed (not that he even pulled the covers down), and he's glad to get them back on before he slips into the main room, picks up the aforementioned container, and uses the plastic fork to shovel it down mindlessly.

Two or three forkfuls in and he promptly drops it back on the counter and throws up in Tony's sink. Sorry about that, friend-o.

[flyguy]

...Christ, this is going to be a thing, isn't it. Tony unhelpfully watches. It's not like he's never seen Jack as a mess before. Stumbling drunk, partied a little too hard, you name it he's probably got a memory he's been trying hard to forget. Sort of comes with the territory when you're the dependable best friend of the wife.

This isn't that though and it's dawning on him he needs to make a choice. He can let the guy just walk out of here, get out of his life just as messily as he got in it, and grieve in peace. What's the betting Jack'll be dead inside of a week? Overdose, bar fight, some stupid stunt for revenge,

Is that how he's going to repay Sofia for everything she's done for him? Let her husband be just another soon-to-be stiff on the side of the road? Lord knows he wants to. Sofia was too good for Jack. Too kind, too compassionate, too forgiving. He doesn't think Jack's ever properly appreciated that a day in his life. Understood just what Sofia walked away from to be with him.

"There's pepto under the sink." Just going to keep eating his own food. Jack wants to be a mess, Jack can be a mess. Tony's not sharing in this pow wow.

[hjack69]

It's not fun. Aside from what Tony's brought him, he's had nothing on his stomach for who the fuck even knows how long, and so it's mostly cold, unchewed Indian food and acid that comes up. Pepto - Jack hacks up a noise that might be a laugh and lets himself slide to the floor, his back against the cabinets.

"I killed the guy." He lets out a single low giggle, head falling back to thud against the cabinet door. "Thought I'd feel better."

He doesn't feel bad. Just another piece of shit thug like Jack that nobody was going to miss, nobody would probably even look for - no telling why he's spilling all of this to Tony, because it's not to make him feel better, but he spills nonetheless. What else are they going to talk about? Funeral arrangements? He's not exactly in any shape to leave unless Tony kicks him out, so until that generosity runs out, they're stuck with each other.

A beat. He shuts his eyes.

"Kinda do."

[flyguy]

Tony's quiet for a spell. It honestly hadn't occurred to him to go find the shooter and balance things. That Jack's telling him— that's fucked up. Makes him an accessory or...something. Aiding and abetting. It should freak him out. Jack's world is different from his. He's a normal person. There's no retaliation violence in his life. There's "I called the police like an upright citizen".

"Good." It's a calm verdict. In fact he's surprised just how calm it feels. No panic, no revulsion. He just feels...

Justified. That's the word he's looking for. Like Jack did the right thing. By every definition of the law what it was was wrong. But Jack did the right thing. Apparently they're bonding after all. Now that... That fact is truly revolting. Tony scrapes the sides of his container, shoves the dregs of what's left in his mouth and drops all the trash in the can under the table, the only place for it in this cramped kitchenette.

"Cops come calling you hide in the bathroom. I'm not explaining to your daughter where Daddy went." Alright? Alright. Standing up he looks down at Jack. Time to make that choice. But it was never really a choice to begin with, now was it. "Come on. Off my floor. You smell like blood and hospital spongebaths. Not your most marketable fragrance."

[hjack69]

"Glad you approve."

Tony may or may not catch the wink, and his smile is paper-thin, but he does manage a smile - yeah, dick move getting him involved in the first place, so Jack doesn't go into the gory details no matter how much he might (does, definitely does) want to. He's already pushing his luck - he doesn't need to draw any extra ire by talking about how great it feels to feel someone die under your hands.

Off the floor, and he groans, reaching up to grab at the edge of the counter. Hauling himself up is a process, and it's not a particularly nice one - adrenaline and overwhelming emotion had let him shut it out before, but he's empty now, and the pain fills the space. His shoulder hurts. His right chest is exploding with pain that gets worse when he breathes. He's vaguely aware of deep gouges in his forearms from the man's fingernails. None of it really matters, though, so it's all just one... big ache.

So unless Tony snatches him up, Jack's going to take a good half-minute to get on his feet because wow does getting shot suck, apparently.

[flyguy]

"Don't wink. Why would you wink?" Tony spreads his arms and looks behind him as if searching for support. His drab apartment stares back unconsolingly. "Now it's awkward. You made it awkward. Come on. You're like my own...personal...hemorrhoid."

But that is Tony reaching down and grabbing Jack's forearm at least, helping drag him up. What a guy. He never said he was good at this taking care of people business. Especially guys he would gladly see get hit by a bus. But it's a thing. It's a thing that's going on between them. And if there's any God up there Jack's not going to start verbalizing about it.

Especially because now he smells like vomit on top of everything else. "Shower. And those clothes... Same clothes? Because if so we're burning them. Neighbors have some good stuff. We can make a party of it."

Yeah. This is definitely accomplice charges and jail time. God damn it.

[hjack69]

This is not happening and they are not getting along and one of them is definitely going to have to say something to fuck it all up later, but for now, Jack's too sedate to do it himself. Not in the least because Tony pulling him up has him yelping like a kicked dog, although to his credit, he remains standing. He still keeps his jacket tugged tight around himself like it's going to help somehow, even though it honestly just adds pressure to the wounds.

"Jacket stays," he coughs up, managing to pry himself away from it - it's the jacket, his one and only, some leather affair that's seen years of dust and dirt and who the hell even knows what else, and it makes him look bigger than he actually is. Without it, Jack's broad shoulders don't do him much good when the rest of him is wiry from hard work, lean from too little food. The patches that proudly showed his MC and rank are gone now, torn from the jacket by brute force. There's no better way to show that he's done.

Jacket stays, bullet hole and bloodstain included, but everything else can go. Jack takes a moment to yank his shirt up on the right side and scowl at the massive stretch of tortoiseshell bruising across his ribs. Definitely broke a few somethings.

But there's something else on his mind, and he doesn't start towards the bathroom just yet, letting his shirt drop.

"If you want me gone, I'm gone."

[flyguy]

Tony's gaze slides over those bruises before he drops Jack's arm. Tapping his thigh he licks his lips and looks away. Yeah? He just says get out and Jack'll be gone? Is that how this goes in Jack's mind?

"...You remember that speech I gave at your wedding? Some cutesy little thing about Sofia and me meeting at a movie theater and her making me walk her home from school every day?" Reaching above the fridge he grabs a dusty first aid kit, yanking it out from beneath a stack of phonebooks. A gray tabby meows indignantly and hops down, bouncing off Jack's shoulder before landing on the counter. "We didn't. She caught me trying to jump off a bridge."

And suddenly it maybe makes a lot of sense why Tony's always been around. And just what Jack's taken from him. "So shut your piehole and get in the damn shower, Dawes."

[hjack69]

The wedding - it hurts just a moment after, but for a second he sinks into happy memories. It wasn't some extravagant thing, but she'd talked about getting married before either of them were taking it seriously, just teasing back and forth, and had talked about her dream wedding. The ceremony, the priest, the reception, the cake. Getting to hurl flowers at people (she left this out when discussing the wedding with her parents). Fuck if Jack hadn't broken his back and called in all the favors he had to make it happen, whether her parents liked it or not. Tony had given his adorable little meet-cute speech and everyone had laughed and made nice, and Sofia had had to scold Jack for sulking over how much they liked Tony.

But Tony's presence makes a hell of a lot more sense now, and Jack starts to think that maybe he... well, wasn't wrong to prickle at Tony's presence, but maybe should've asked more questions. Gotten to know him. She'd had to save both their dumb asses at some point, so maybe they had more in common than Jack thought.

"Yeah, alright." No argument. Jack carefully pries the shirt off, loses the boots, and nonchalantly tears off the bandaging over his shoulder. Broke his clavicle, apparently, and son, if it had gone any lower, it would've hit your heart. (Insert unsympathetic doctor gaze and quiet judgment from the nurses.) But it's clean and it's not going to kill him, so it'll just be another interesting scar to add to his collection. It'll match the ones on his back nicely. "You need to do any doctoring, or should I just soap the crap out of this thing?"

He's dumb, Tony, just bear with him.

[flyguy]

A stare. He's an author not a— And then it clicks and he throws his hands up. In fact there is a distinct moment of him graphically strangling air. Jack left before he was discharged and received home care instructions. Of course he did.

"Sit on the couch. Right now. I have to make a call."

And that's how fifteen minutes later Jack's wound is cleaned and dressed in fresh bandages and Tony is wrapping up a conversation on the handheld smooshed between his ear and his shoulder. "So we just put a trash bag over it. Unhunh. Got it. Thanks Yvonne. Couldn't put my pants on without ya."

Hanging up he looks at Jack. There is no way this arrangement is going to last a week. Hell they'll probably kill each other within the space of a few days. "You better not be looking at me expecting a spongebath."

Stating for the record here.

[hjack69]

He's actually a gigantic weenie as Tony cleans and dresses the wound - ow ow dammit shit fuck ow et al, mumbling complaints and telling Tony his bedside manner sucks. Wherever she is, Sofia is probably tickled shitless at seeing the both of them sort of begrudgingly getting along with each other.

The faux-strangling makes Jack bark a laugh that turns into a wheeze, but probably not for the reasons Tony expects. (Or maybe he does. No telling what Tony thinks he did to kill the guy.)

But when Tony's off the phone, Jack's got himself propped into a vaguely comfortable position on the couch, mismatched eyes following him lazily.

"If you're gonna kill me, don't do trash bags. What you wanna do is feed me to dogs. Pigs are better, but I dunno if anybody around here has enough pigs."

[flyguy]

"Where do you think we are? Urban Minnesota?" It can't be said Tony's first aid is professional. In fact it's pretty sloppy, but he's a stickler for the details so Jack won't be dying of gangrene if nothing else. Rolling up the leftover bandages he plays a little tetris fitting them back into the kit even as his eyes roll. Jack's doing this on purpose. Trying to get a rise. Get...whatever the hell Jack gets out of being Jack. He taps the neomycin tube against his palm in a fast staccato, still cleaning up; he's always been the obnoxiously fidgety type. "I'd use lye. $10 and I'm sure there's a Sunday Savers coupon. So now you want to talk about me killing you?"

Jack needs to make up his mind in this crazy...whatever they're having. Tony swears he can almost hear Sofia's teasing, "so you can be nice after all, Anthony boy". Always had to push his buttons like that. Always. Shoving the rest of everything in back in the first aid kit he looks at Jack. Really looks for probably the first time since he showed up at the door. It's pretty clear Jack's not dealing well. Sitting all comfy on his couch? Tony would have bet nuclear winter would happen first before either of them would allow the atmosphere between them to ever be this...chummy.

Almost makes him want to vomit. Yep.

Jokes aside though, Tony can't say he's doing much better. Just hides it better. And isn't that a kick. There's doubtless some quaint Aesop here about turning around and using what Sofia taught him for someone else, but he doesn't want to think about it. "Wanna talk about it?"

'It' being whatever Jack wants. Tony's not exactly the best listener, but it's kind of hard to ignore a guy commandeering on his couch.

did you miss the tl;dr because shady's back

[hjack69]

"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.

"I can't go back to the house."

Jfc he didn't ask for the Christmas Special Jack. No I'm kidding laughs

[flyguy]

If this were a movie it'd be the part where Tony would be rolling his eyes and loudly proclaiming any clown gets to write a script. Not so funny when it's his life. And the love interest just happened to be a close friend.

"Unhunh. As your unpaid therapist —I'll be billing you later, by the way— yeah, you are a total piece of shit. You didn't desrve her," He intones in his clipped voice, always educated and sounding like he has a prick reply for everything (well, not everything, but the range is close). He isn't going to mince words with Jack. The guy is scum; a guilt complex doesn't change that. Snapping the first aid kit shut he sets it aside and stares at nothing for a beat.

You know you're hitting Care Bear territory when you consider the moment too low to absolutely destroy a guy. Or maybe it's just that he doesn't want to get into it. Other people lash out. Tony just self-destructs. A drink, a cardiac arrest and a cute EMT is about all he wants right now. But that's not happening with Jack. Not starting this sober anyway. So: "—But she liked trash. People she could fix. People who didn't play by the rules. If you think for one second I didn't tell her to leave you an hundred times over you do more coke than I thought."

His hands lock together and he lets them hang loosely in a knot, elbows resting on his knees. "She wanted to be there with you. Every day." It'd be touching if there wasn't some kind of "fuck you" insinuated in the way he said it.

[hjack69]

"I dropped the coke after the baby was born," Jack nearly snaps, suddenly defensive. His shoulders rise, hand flattening on Tony's counter just for something to grab onto. Like he's admitting something guilty. "I don't even smoke."

Which is in no way enough to make up for all the complete garbage he is, or anywhere near enough to impress someone who's seen enough of his bad sides as Tony has, but it's his daughter, and he won't let anybody think he didn't love her enough to be - not a good man, but better than before, if only by a little. Again, in an almost unconscious little tic, he rakes his fingers through his hair.

"You know I almost killed a guy for her - I mean, not the guy I actually killed today, but some other guy. Trucker slapped her ass in a diner and I brained him with a coffee mug. This was before we were dating, by the way, and I thought, well shit, fucked that up, now she's scared, but she wasn't. Even when I kept losing my fucking mind whenever somebody crossed us. Some creep followed her out of a bar and I kicked the shit out of him for trying to touch her - some chick told her she was a trashy biker bitch and I threw her down a flight of stairs. When we found the house, the neighbor told her he and the neighborhood watch were concerned about 'people like us' moving in, and if we didn't behave ourselves, there'd be trouble. It made her cry. I killed his dog and left it on his porch."

A pause. He doesn't know why he's saying this - is it supposed to help?

"Y'know, I think she liked it. That I was crazy." Is it supposed to be reassuring Tony on why she picked Jack over him? "She didn't want me to get violent with anybody, but she liked that I would - knew I'd do anything for her."

So maybe Tony didn't lose by virtue of not being good enough - maybe Jack was just sick in a kind of heartwarming way.

When you only have narcissism syndrome and start wondering if your bff had Stockholm's

[flyguy]

Record scratch. Rewind the track. Is that supposed to make him feel better? That he lost out to a raving sociopath? It was Sofia's choice, he knows that. Always had to have it her way. But Jack's right. He'd do anything for her. As for Tony...

"And you don't think maybe that has something to do with why you're here?" His clasped hands tighten, knuckles turning white. Would do anything? "Because you couldn't control yourself. Grow up. Be responsible. Sometimes the hardest thing you have to do is tell the person you love no. Instead you created some psychotic fantasy where it was you and her against the world?"

Maybe he sounds a little bitter, a lot angry. Gives the sense there's some history here and Jack's edged on a land mine he doesn't want to detonate. Standing up his fists clench at his sides. "You better take a good look in the mirror. Because this crap? Is exactly what she didn't want. And your selfish ass got her killed with it. 100% on you, Jack."

this entire tag is great but the fucking gif killed me

[hjack69]

"Jesus. You goddamn people."

And Jack genuinely believes what he's saying - thinks that love means never telling someone no, even if they ask for the impossible. You give them what they want, you don't hit them, and you protect them, and that's what love is. Sofia never asked for more than he could give, never wanted him to act out like he did, but it showed her how much he loved her, right? There was nothing wrong with burying his face in her shoulder and saying I'll do anything, just don't leave me. Please. Don't ever leave me. He was alright with being her dog just as long as she was there.

He turns, sets the small of his back into the edge of Tony's counter, and scrubs away the tear tracks. Tony is making this easier, ironically - he knows how to feel anger better than he'll ever know how to feel grief.

"You know I actually felt bad for you, and her parents, and her friends? But you never helped us. You just told her how stupid she was for being with me. Her goddamn parents cut her off after we got married, didja hear about that? They weren't even around for the baby's birthday parties. My little girl didn't even know her grandparents until yesterday."

This is probably going to get his ass kicked and thrown out, but he doesn't care. There's been things unsaid between them for Sofia's sake for years, and now they're going to get all of it out of it kills one of them.

"You were the best, though. You still treated her like a human being, not trailer trash. You did the best you could, and I respect that." A beat. "But she was happy. My angel was happy."

He doesn't wait for a reply.

"Tell me how you met. Why were you on that bridge, Tony?"

[flyguy]

"Nah-unh. This isn't the girl scout jamboree, you share your feelings I share mine." Shutting that down right quick. Sure, he could say a lot of things. What drives any fourteen year old to jump off a bridge? Being used, being abused, being told they were a parasite ever damn day of their life. But that's between him and a dead women. Jack doesn't get that privilege. Hasn't earned it.

And maybe that's the crux of everything. Jack never earned anything. Tony? Worked hard to get Sofia's parents' trust. Hell he even tried to make nice with her sister. Jack? Just waltzed up and expected everyone to love him. It's a repeating trend again and again and Tony's got no patience for it. You don't start off deserving to be loved; you have to prove it. Again and again and again.

"We're talking about you Jack. Did you ever even once think about giving her a normal life—?"

[hjack69]

"--By leaving her alone?" Jack interrupts in an obnoxious, dumbed-down imitation of Tony's voice. "If you love something, let it go, right? It's bullshit. That's bullshit. You wanna know how we met? Fun story, real romantic. A couple prospects I was out with decided to jump a girl one night, and it would've been her."

This isn't the cute meeting story they've given out before, because her wanting to make people look better than they actually were seems to have been a pattern - it isn't oh, I had too many groceries and Jack was sweet enough to help. Jack tuts, leans further back into the counter.

"I got in the way. Got the fuck beat out of me. When the cops came, she hid my knife and covered for me. When she showed up at the hospital, I told her to go away. 'Get the fuck out of here, you think I'm some kinda great guy? You think I'm your boyfriend now? Are you stupid?' And you know what she says?"

Jack sets a hand on his hip and cocks it, jabbing a finger like she did whenever she was telling someone off.

"'Shut the hell up and eat your sandwich.' And she threw a hot ham-and-cheese at my head." His pose goes back to normal, arms crossed tenderly over his chest. "Hell of a woman. So if you guys thought I got her drunk and seduced her or something, sorry to say it, but she chased me."

For weeks. Made sure he didn't die of infection. Made sure he'd eaten. Found out he lived in his car and brought him blankets. Little shit that Jack assumes Tony would never understand the importance of, given he also assumes that Tony's childhood was decent, stuff that he whined and whined about but never turned down. What's a good way to say nobody ever cared about me before and not sound ridiculous and pathetic? The first time she kissed me was after I told her she made me want to stay alive?

He wishes he had his jacket back.

"She wasn't a kid, Tony." Maybe saying his name will help. Maybe it'll just piss him off. When he'd said do you want to talk about it, Jack hadn't expected it to actually help. He's not any less miserable or empty, but at least he's found his footing again, and now he holds his head up and speaks surely. "I was a pretty goddamn bad decision, but you know what? I think she was kinda glad I let her make it by herself."

Now that is a jab. Sorry, pal.

[flyguy]

"That she picked a self admitted rapist? How many other women weren't fortunate enough to have you break up the good times for your buddies? You keep trying to defend yourself and you just dig this hole deeper, hunny. Deciding to do right by someone one time because you wanted in her skinny jeans doesn't make you the victim here. That self-absorbed attitude is exactly why everyone disappeared when you two got married."

Apparently they're having it out and now it's Tony's turn to pace. Angry, tight back and forths from the couch to the front door that hint at something wild every time he turns. It's not that he thinks there's any point to this. In Jack's eyes he'll never have been the "bad guy". There'll always be an excuse for why it was anyone's fault, but his. Rip away one he'll just invent five more. This is just pointless rhetoric. But Tony's hurt and he's angry and Jack keeps piling on all these criminal charges like he's the underdog in Miss America pageant. Maybe he might not be the cutest thug on the stage, but he's got a "great personality", folks. Because Tony for certain wants to know this is the type of monster his best friend chose: a man who should be behind bars making license plates, not wandering the streets.

"When her grandpa was dying of cancer? Where were you? Taking her out to parties? I sat in his hospice room every Monday for months. Had a full ride to Yale, but she needed someone to help her get out of that house and independent. So I went local. You made a few choices not to break the law and you think that's comparable?" His hands open, clench, open again, close again. He locks them behind his back, a trick to hide weakness he learned in private school. Always keep that composure. Let them see you're emotionally unraveling and you're an animal.

"Maybe being with you made her happy, but neither of you ever gave a damn about how it hurt the rest of us." He comes to an abrupt stop and that's it, isn't it. He can still remember the arguments. About the drugs, about the drinking, about shady parties and Jack's even shadier friends. Sofia always laughing him off. Giving him Looks to keep him from riding Jack too much about shaping up. It was just one neverending Lover's Lane for them. Jack keeps harping on how it was Sofia's choice, but he just doesn't get it.

Sofia never did either, always telling him he should cut his parents off. Stop answering their calls, walk away, leave 'em. That's not how it works. People don't just exist in a vacuum. Your actions have effects on everyone around you. And sometimes, to protect those people, do right by them, you have to go with the choices you might not want. Not something Jack could ever understand, Tony is sure. That's not the "fun" option.

He looks away. Fun's over. He's not doing this with Jack. Things are...what they are. As such— "You can stay until the end of the week. I've got a deadline to meet. Ghostwriting Kelly getting her first period; you'll hardly see me." Jack can get on his feet. Sort out his shit.

But then Tony wants him gone.

[hjack69]

Jack seems to tune out halfway through on a mission to find his shirt and jacket, but he listens - genuinely listens, because it's not the same tune he's heard before. He's heard you're scum and you ruined her a thousand times over; this is something different. For a second, he almost thinks of something other than himself. What was it like for her friends to have to see her running around with him? What was it like for her parents to see her ditch dinner or chores halfway through to hop on the back of his bike and speed off into the sunset? And what was it like for Tony to come into her apartment one day and see that scumbag she kept running around with asleep on her couch?

He almost thinks of something other than himself. But he doesn't. His eyes flick up as he haltingly pulls his jacket back on, the right sleeve crooked and awkward.

"Thanks, but I have shit to do." He's exhausted and dirty and has a hell of a walk back to their crummy little house, but his welcome feels worn out already. He'll... manage. "I'm leaving town. Tonight. Her folks made sure to let me know I'm not invited to the funeral."

You'll just upset everyone. And they're right. He can at least do them this much of a kindness.

[flyguy]

It's not hard to know when to do right. In this situation at least. He should help Jack out. Resolve this...mess. It's what Sofia would have wanted. Always telling him he was so dependable, there when she couldn't count on anyone else.

"You know where the door is." He doesn't even look at Jack.