[ Jury's out, what does it. If it's the way her mouth shapes around the flat Wow, or he hears the raspy tap of ashes against bronze, or the fact she asks him at all. Jake's turn, to glance up and for his face to shutter, twisting between neutral focus and surprise. It wears strangely on him — almost uncomfortably, as if Hangman's never understood what the hell a word like that means until right now. ]
No. [ A pause. He fills it in with a clear of his throat, pretending like he's even seeing any of the faces he's back to frowning at. ] I don't make calls I want to walk back. I knew the consequences. [ It fucking throws him off his game, bizarrely. Acknowledging it in full. Going back, placed right into his own life like nothing's changed, cleanly dealing with the Navy brass. Plink-plink-plink go the tiles, until he's only left with 14 or so. Close, but still off-target.
Instead of leaning back to reconsider his angle, Jake stays put. His shoulders hunched, arms folded on the table's edge. He stares evenly back — like he's not walking back any of the other shit he's said, either. ]
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No. [ A pause. He fills it in with a clear of his throat, pretending like he's even seeing any of the faces he's back to frowning at. ] I don't make calls I want to walk back. I knew the consequences. [ It fucking throws him off his game, bizarrely. Acknowledging it in full. Going back, placed right into his own life like nothing's changed, cleanly dealing with the Navy brass. Plink-plink-plink go the tiles, until he's only left with 14 or so. Close, but still off-target.
Instead of leaning back to reconsider his angle, Jake stays put. His shoulders hunched, arms folded on the table's edge. He stares evenly back — like he's not walking back any of the other shit he's said, either. ]
You have family in New York?