[Jack couldn't help but snort softly, shaking his head a bit.] We had hope that things would get better in the war. We sacrificed for peace, to make the world a better place... and then look what happened. [He had given up on actual hope a long time ago. Revenge and the mission was all their was. He needed something to do or he'd go mad.
He looked over at Gabriel hunkered on the other side of the couch nursing on that fruity neon drink of his. He considered for a moment.] Didn't think either Shimada would care much for birthdays. Seemed too formal or morose most times I ever laid eyes on them.
[Exactly. No point celebrating when dead. Also no point celebrating when there was no one to celebrate with. It was just another day.
So much for taking his own advice and not chugging it, Gabe. He shook his head, but he made no correction. Reyes was an adult. He wasn't his boss anymore.] Months after, huh? Guess I never caught up with you in that time.
And yet you've set down roots here. Now you're suffering new losses.
[He sipped his drink, taking the moderation approach but mostly because he didn't actually believe he would be able to get wasted. It was strong, but his metabolism had never actually failed before. As he said, someone had to hold Gabe's hair out of his face if vomiting started... or the guy was reduced to muck on the floor that he had to usher into a bottle.]
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Date: 2019-08-11 11:21 pm (UTC)He looked over at Gabriel hunkered on the other side of the couch nursing on that fruity neon drink of his. He considered for a moment.] Didn't think either Shimada would care much for birthdays. Seemed too formal or morose most times I ever laid eyes on them.
[Exactly. No point celebrating when dead. Also no point celebrating when there was no one to celebrate with. It was just another day.
So much for taking his own advice and not chugging it, Gabe. He shook his head, but he made no correction. Reyes was an adult. He wasn't his boss anymore.] Months after, huh? Guess I never caught up with you in that time.
And yet you've set down roots here. Now you're suffering new losses.
[He sipped his drink, taking the moderation approach but mostly because he didn't actually believe he would be able to get wasted. It was strong, but his metabolism had never actually failed before. As he said, someone had to hold Gabe's hair out of his face if vomiting started... or the guy was reduced to muck on the floor that he had to usher into a bottle.]