[It was okay, though. If it was Glen, then it's okay. It's always okay. Jack stares at him for a long moment, and then he shakes his head, nearly hugging himself as he bows his head in shame.]
[His countenance changes: he curls up in on himself, just a tiny bit, but his confidence is replaced by subservience and oh god, he really doesn't want to disappoint Glen. He takes a step back, giving him his space, and waits for his verdict.]
[Glen watches this all and takes it in, eyes entirely unforgiving. It has nothing to do with understanding. Mistaking him for the man who raped and abused him for seven years is by far the worst insult he could receive, even more-so than Jack's fling, as he sees it, with Shelly.]
[Jack pales and presses his forehead against the same spot, frantic and terrified. What he knows of Glen's madness had only been through one of the Jacks in the mansion, but to know that he'll go through it willingly just to get back to him...
He nearly breaks down into tears, happy ones.]
We'll destroy each other, all right? Save a piece of yourself for me, love.
[Jack bangs hard on the glass, yelling Glen's name, and then he slides down it and starts to sob.]
[ooc: ALL THE HUGS Might, yes ;; I'll be taking a hiatus first, mid-May, but if my sched doesn't work out, then.... aaahh you don't have to ask permission! Jack would love that, omg.]
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[He knows what you did in the kitchen with the Shelly, a week after Mr. Dodo was killed!!!]
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[And by that he means he is chancing the tragedy and his own death in an attempt to return to that dimension.]
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She's the only one who doesn't hate me right now.
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[You really shouldn't have said that, Jack.]
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[He averts his eyes.]
You know, when you hate me for it, it's okay. I deserve it anyway.
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It's disgusting, and he is by no means taking it as any compliment towards himself.]
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But after a moment, he looks up, and folds his arms.]
Even if you do, though, I'm still not letting you go.
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[He shakes his head.]
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I believed your loyalty to me stronger than any of the others. I see now I have misjudged you.
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[He starts to panic.]
It's just that I - I didn't know what to do -
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[He feels hurt from this, now, and he doesn't want to continue if Jack is only going to be making such thoughtless comments.]
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He'd been his Glen's for nearly a decade. He thought, he just thought, maybe Glen would understand.]
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I'm sorry, Glen.
done lkshdklajkljdlsjda ;___;
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[It is unclear whether or not the question is rhetorical. For one thing, he can barely look at him.]
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Yes.
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[Now he's pressing a hand against an invisible wall between them.]
I miss you more.
/sob invisi-wall
I did not expect to be taken home, and I certainly did not expect to remember everything.
[Only between us Jack but-]
[He steps closer and leans his forehead against the wall.]
There is nothing for me here. My time has neared its end.
I'm going to return to you, no matter the cost.
so sad hnnnn ;___;
[Jack pales and presses his forehead against the same spot, frantic and terrified. What he knows of Glen's madness had only been through one of the Jacks in the mansion, but to know that he'll go through it willingly just to get back to him...
He nearly breaks down into tears, happy ones.]
We'll destroy each other, all right? Save a piece of yourself for me, love.
riiight
[ooc: This is killing me. So much is going on in the dr!
Can I just come off of hiatus already?/sob]no subject
[He suggests, wryly, fingers curling.]
[ooc: WHOOP WHOOP everyone's being awesome!
But you, young lady! RL > RP always okay!]no subject
I love you, Jack.
[ooc: but but but but but RP is so much more fun.]
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[He says, wholeheartedly, trying and miserably failing to smile brightly for the both of them.]
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/points at your papers to grade e___e]no subject
[He can't stay angry, but it has taken a blow to his pride. The question of loyalty will come up another time; the issue has not died.]
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What. How can you see them? Where are you hiding!? /looks around, frightful]no subject
It won't happen again.
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I am under your bed right now...]no subject
[He wants to touch him, and puts another hand up, but of course, it's blocked by the invisi-wall.]
You know, then, what will become of anyone who touches you with such affection?
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/checks . . . LIAR! O.o]no subject
[He bites his lip. Well then.]
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Nope, I moved to your closet :}]no subject
I will return to you, Jack.
Wait for me . . . just a little longer . . .
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[He kisses the glass where Jack's forehead is touching and begins to fade away.]
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Promise me that. Promise me—
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[-but his words are only whispers as his figure fades away.]
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Can I at least bring Glen back early? You said you might be gone forever by May. /sob . . . Yes I'm asking you permission.]no subject
[ooc: ALL THE HUGS
Might, yes ;; I'll be taking a hiatus first, mid-May, but if my sched doesn't work out, then.... aaahh you don't have to ask permission! Jack would love that, omg.]no subject