did_unkindly: (; the ocean on his shoulders)
Jack Ryan ([personal profile] did_unkindly) wrote in [community profile] weathertop 2013-04-08 11:22 pm (UTC)

Jack shakes his head, though he's not sure if he's disagreeing or agreeing 'no'. He's just...

He's calmed down a bit, at least. The initial panic has been spent and the anger has eaten itself alive, leaving him with little to feel but wretched.

He backs off a little at last, giving Sinclair some space to breathe, and collapses onto a desk chair like a marionette when the strings are cut. He's still crying, despite his best efforts -- his sleeve is probably more snotty than bloody by now, a remarkable achievement. Partly it's from the shock of raking over all those things he still hasn't come to terms with.

But partly it's because he's still waiting for a change of attitude in Sinclair, the mockery and disregard and disappointment that's part and parcel of knowing he's somebody's freak science project. If he has to wait for it to happen by degrees instead of facing it all at once, he thinks it'll kill him.

And it looks like it's not happening all at once.

"That's right," he says into his hands -- that last argument, at least, he can believe readily, if only because of where they are.

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