[Tony sees the text. But he doesn't reply right away. He's busy. What he should do is not reply at all. But that's giving Jack far too much emotional investment. So instead he gets a reply. When Tony has time for him which isn't immediately seeing as Jack's on the bottom of his list.]
Look. What I did... I don't know what I did. I don't know where that shit came from. Here's a helpful hint, since you'll probably never talk to me again after this: those memories you're getting? Yeah, they're memories. And whoever the other version of you is, he's going to start bleeding into you, so be ready for it. I think me and this one kid are the only ones experiencing it right now, but it'll come to you too.
If you've ever had any idea at all of who I am, you know I wouldn't do that to you. You're a pain in the ass, but you
whatever it doesn't matter you probably don't give a shit anyway. You know I respect her too much to want to hurt you for real.
[ Ughhhhh this fucking disgusting apology text. It feels more like a confession, like Tony's earned a head's up whether he appreciates it or not. ]
[Before the mention of Sofia would have gotten to him. Made him shove aside his issues and get on the cooperation train as always. But if there's one thing Tony doesn't let slide it's betrayal. For, doubtless, the obvious reason. Again there's no immediate response, but at least this time it's only an hour or so as Tony delves into his home bar. Only when he's enjoying his second drink does he bother picking his phone back up.]
It's fine. Shit happens.
And I've known about the personality distortions for a few days. You're not the only ones. Though I wouldn't suggest picking a fight with my alter ego; he's a James Bond knockoff.
It's not, and pretending it is makes for a really crappy coping mechanism, Tony. Put down the drink, that's crappy coping mechanism #2.
My other self is a goddamn psychopath, bee tee dubs. That's where that attack came from. You scared me and I reacted like he would've - I wasn't gonna hurt you, I just wanted to scare you back. I guess I did it a little too well. I know you won't take my calls, so imagine me sounding genuine when I say I'm sorry. Because I honestly am.
Yup! Done groveling. Forgive me or don't. Call me if you want. Not gonna stalk you like that one chick who always wants extra special long hugs at your book signings.
I'll see you around, Tony.
[ Just because he's remorseful doesn't mean he isn't glad to have it over with. Not that it isn't entirely other Jack's fault anyway, meaning real Jack is free of blame in his own mind.
[Tony reads over the text, but then he— sets his phone aside. Jack is free to sulk all he wants. He's an adult. He doesn't need Tony looking after him. Never has.
And Tony... He doesn't feel any need to explain. It's not even that explaining has never worked in the past. —It's that it simply doesn't matter. His feelings are his own and the responsibility of only himself, no one else. That also means he's obligated to no one to share them.
He'll deal with everything on his own. Dun dun dunnn]
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Don't worry about it. Water under the bridge.
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Look. What I did... I don't know what I did. I don't know where that shit came from. Here's a helpful hint, since you'll probably never talk to me again after this: those memories you're getting? Yeah, they're memories. And whoever the other version of you is, he's going to start bleeding into you, so be ready for it. I think me and this one kid are the only ones experiencing it right now, but it'll come to you too.
If you've ever had any idea at all of who I am, you know I wouldn't do that to you. You're a pain in the ass, but you
whatever it doesn't matter you probably don't give a shit anyway. You know I respect her too much to want to hurt you for real.
[ Ughhhhh this fucking disgusting apology text. It feels more like a confession, like Tony's earned a head's up whether he appreciates it or not. ]
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It's fine. Shit happens.
And I've known about the personality distortions for a few days. You're not the only ones. Though I wouldn't suggest picking a fight with my alter ego; he's a James Bond knockoff.
Anything else?
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My other self is a goddamn psychopath, bee tee dubs. That's where that attack came from. You scared me and I reacted like he would've - I wasn't gonna hurt you, I just wanted to scare you back. I guess I did it a little too well. I know you won't take my calls, so imagine me sounding genuine when I say I'm sorry. Because I honestly am.
Yup! Done groveling. Forgive me or don't. Call me if you want. Not gonna stalk you like that one chick who always wants extra special long hugs at your book signings.
I'll see you around, Tony.
[ Just because he's remorseful doesn't mean he isn't glad to have it over with. Not that it isn't entirely other Jack's fault anyway, meaning real Jack is free of blame in his own mind.
JACK DAWES DID NOTHING WRONG ]
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And Tony... He doesn't feel any need to explain. It's not even that explaining has never worked in the past. —It's that it simply doesn't matter. His feelings are his own and the responsibility of only himself, no one else. That also means he's obligated to no one to share them.
He'll deal with everything on his own. Dun dun dunnn]