[ It's impossible not to recognize that number - shit, she wrote it on his hand in gel pen once. Jack's eyes squint, widen with realization, narrow again.
What he wants to do is stroll over there and kick the living hell out of Tony. Like he might have done in the old, old days if they'd ran into each other without Sofia in play. And he just imagines it for a second, eyes shutting. Takes a deep breath in, lets it out in a hard rush. The anger he can handle - has always handled. It's the stark pleasure he gets from punishing people that fucks him up.
What he actually does is simple. Jack sneers for a moment before heading back to the car and retrieving Tony's phone, returning slow and purposeful. Could be a stalk, but it isn't. Jack hurls Tony's phone at him and turns to go. If Tony lets him, that's it; Jack slips around the corner and disappears.
[Tony watches the phone clatter to the ground beside him, cracks spreading over the screen as it makes contact, but doesn't pick it up. Neither does he stop Jack. Instead, once he's alone, he leans back against the boxes behind him and lets his head rest on them, eyes closed. Too many images in his mind. His mom. Jack. An older man he doesn't even know.
His chest hurts in an hell of a lot of ways it shouldn't and he has to keep touching it to make sure there is in fact no horrible wounds in it.
So much for a full schedule. He needs a drink. And more after that one. ...He's not going to forget this. There's really no one he can depend on.
He won't make the mistake of trusting again. Not anyone.]
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What he wants to do is stroll over there and kick the living hell out of Tony. Like he might have done in the old, old days if they'd ran into each other without Sofia in play. And he just imagines it for a second, eyes shutting. Takes a deep breath in, lets it out in a hard rush. The anger he can handle - has always handled. It's the stark pleasure he gets from punishing people that fucks him up.
What he actually does is simple. Jack sneers for a moment before heading back to the car and retrieving Tony's phone, returning slow and purposeful. Could be a stalk, but it isn't. Jack hurls Tony's phone at him and turns to go. If Tony lets him, that's it; Jack slips around the corner and disappears.
Fuck it. He'll walk. ]
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His chest hurts in an hell of a lot of ways it shouldn't and he has to keep touching it to make sure there is in fact no horrible wounds in it.
So much for a full schedule. He needs a drink. And more after that one. ...He's not going to forget this. There's really no one he can depend on.
He won't make the mistake of trusting again. Not anyone.]