[ Now that the gun has been safely put away she takes a couple steps closer to him, till she can rest a hand on his arm. ]
You wouldn't want to jeopardize this with...whatever it is they do to those who attempt to harm the pods. You're finally a free man, Timothy Lawrence.
[ A sentiment that should be 100% elating but...she can't help the sadness and worry that creeps in from the corner of her mind- that this new life won't have room for her in it, not that Tim has any obligation to let her stay around now that she's no longer his charge. At the end of the day she was still an assignment, and Tim can't be a- a replacement for the things she'll never have.]
[It's an amazing prospect, being a free man. Sure, he still looks like Jack so he'll never really entirely be rid of him, not when he can still look in the mirror and see this face staring back at him, but maybe this is as free as he can ever hope to be.]
[It figures, though, that he only time he'd have the balls to confront Jack is when the other man is literally unconscious. Good job, Tim.]
... [He looks at Jack's pod for a few more seconds, contemplative.] ...Do you have a marker? Like, a big permanent one?
[ She doesn't know how to voice it, years of being under Jack's thumb having rusted all the hinges that would make asking for companionship as straight forward as it should have been. ]
--Yes, I do have something like that.
[ And from the satchel she carries around her shoulder she procures a small brush and bottle of ink. About as close to a marker as you can get down planet side and hands it over. She can make an educated guess as to what Tim is about to do. ]
Um. What do you plan to do, now that you have no obligations?
[Okay, that's close enough. It's certainly good enough to use to write EAT SHIT, JACK in big letters across the pod, in reverse so that it would be legible from the inside. Maybe one day, Jack will wake up again and he'll get to see this message staring him right in his stupid face.]
[Tim also draws a dick, right at mouth level. Because fuck you, Jack, that's why.]
I don't know. [He puts the finishing touches on the phallus. It's veiny.] Live, I guess. Make friends? See if the fine art of killing things and hunting vaults is marketable?
[It's not like he had to write much for Jack, anyway. Jack was sort of more concerned with what he could shoot or find for him.]
[And yeah, Angel, veins. Dicks have veins. And yeah they're also inherently kind of gross, but hey. Tim looks over at her once he's done with his phallic masterpiece.]
Angel blinks for a moment at that second part. It should seem obvious? That they're friends.. But Angel has had so few in her life...that people would want to be friends with her...it's a concept she's still coming to terms with, not something she'd ever assume from anyone. Least of all someone who was assigned to look after her or face who knows what kind of torture.
She smiles bright though. Even if it should have been obvious, hearing it confirmed means a lot to her. ]
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Date: 2018-02-21 05:29 am (UTC)[ Now that the gun has been safely put away she takes a couple steps closer to him, till she can rest a hand on his arm. ]
You wouldn't want to jeopardize this with...whatever it is they do to those who attempt to harm the pods. You're finally a free man, Timothy Lawrence.
[ A sentiment that should be 100% elating but...she can't help the sadness and worry that creeps in from the corner of her mind- that this new life won't have room for her in it, not that Tim has any obligation to let her stay around now that she's no longer his charge. At the end of the day she was still an assignment, and Tim can't be a- a replacement for the things she'll never have.]
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Date: 2018-02-22 05:45 am (UTC)[It's an amazing prospect, being a free man. Sure, he still looks like Jack so he'll never really entirely be rid of him, not when he can still look in the mirror and see this face staring back at him, but maybe this is as free as he can ever hope to be.]
[It figures, though, that he only time he'd have the balls to confront Jack is when the other man is literally unconscious. Good job, Tim.]
... [He looks at Jack's pod for a few more seconds, contemplative.] ...Do you have a marker? Like, a big permanent one?
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Date: 2018-02-22 06:24 am (UTC)[ She doesn't know how to voice it, years of being under Jack's thumb having rusted all the hinges that would make asking for companionship as straight forward as it should have been. ]
--Yes, I do have something like that.
[ And from the satchel she carries around her shoulder she procures a small brush and bottle of ink. About as close to a marker as you can get down planet side and hands it over. She can make an educated guess as to what Tim is about to do. ]
Um. What do you plan to do, now that you have no obligations?
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Date: 2018-02-22 07:20 am (UTC)[Tim also draws a dick, right at mouth level. Because fuck you, Jack, that's why.]
I don't know. [He puts the finishing touches on the phallus. It's veiny.] Live, I guess. Make friends? See if the fine art of killing things and hunting vaults is marketable?
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Date: 2018-02-23 01:19 am (UTC)I hope he can't recognize your handwriting.
[ Though she cringes a bit at that sentiment, too. It feels like tempting fate, to imply he might wake up again- ew! Veins? Really gross. ]
You...are under no obligation to keep watch over me, of course, but-
I hope I can remain a part of your new life, despite everything.
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Date: 2018-02-26 08:05 am (UTC)[It's not like he had to write much for Jack, anyway. Jack was sort of more concerned with what he could shoot or find for him.]
[And yeah, Angel, veins. Dicks have veins. And yeah they're also inherently kind of gross, but hey. Tim looks over at her once he's done with his phallic masterpiece.]
Why wouldn't you? We're friends, right?
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Date: 2018-02-26 07:48 pm (UTC)Angel blinks for a moment at that second part. It should seem obvious? That they're friends.. But Angel has had so few in her life...that people would want to be friends with her...it's a concept she's still coming to terms with, not something she'd ever assume from anyone. Least of all someone who was assigned to look after her or face who knows what kind of torture.
She smiles bright though. Even if it should have been obvious, hearing it confirmed means a lot to her. ]
Of course!