[It was almost a novel concept to trust someone from home like this again; someone that knew his name, his face, his history with every single context clue that was actually available to them. Most of those he couldn't trust anymore; was either dead, a traitor, or a colleague in a terrorist organization that he knew better than to trust at all for the most part.
There was some necessary trust, knowing the personalities of them. Watching quietly, observing, everything he'd always done even while working with people he didn't like. Fully capable of it.
Of course it would be Jack being the familiar face he fell back in to feeling like he could trust in such a way as this. No one knew ho to deal with him an his shit better. No matter how frustrating the man could be, with how much history they had together it was just... there.
He lifted his own bottle, knocking it against the one Jack had held out. A clink of glass-] You're here.
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Date: 2019-09-09 12:44 am (UTC)There was some necessary trust, knowing the personalities of them. Watching quietly, observing, everything he'd always done even while working with people he didn't like. Fully capable of it.
Of course it would be Jack being the familiar face he fell back in to feeling like he could trust in such a way as this. No one knew ho to deal with him an his shit better. No matter how frustrating the man could be, with how much history they had together it was just... there.
He lifted his own bottle, knocking it against the one Jack had held out. A clink of glass-] You're here.
[Taking a long swig after that. Cheers enough.]