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He glances over at Jacobi with a quick, single chuckle.
"I think most of the people I know believe I'd break out in hives." He snorts and shakes his head. "Or that I haven't watched a film in my entire life."
"I think most of the people I know believe I'd break out in hives." He snorts and shakes his head. "Or that I haven't watched a film in my entire life."
He gets up slowly, steadying himself a moment. "I believe you've watched movies," he tells him. "I just think you haven't watched the right ones." He lets him finish the last parts out on his own, taking his time slowly to the kitchen.
"Do you want some water or something? Actually, just water? That's all I'm offering."
"Do you want some water or something? Actually, just water? That's all I'm offering."
"There's nothing wrong with my taste in film," he says, and then he's standing up with a start, watching him get up and walk over to the kitchen. There's a long pause before he says-
"Just... water, then. As you like."
Jacobi will come back from the kitchen and see that the wolf's eyes are open and on him.
"Just... water, then. As you like."
Jacobi will come back from the kitchen and see that the wolf's eyes are open and on him.
Once in the kitchen, he leans against the counter, taking a break, resting his head down on it for a long, long moment. Everything spins around him and it would be nice to just take a nap there. To just let the world melt away and he could just sleep, right there. On the counter. Or maybe curl up on the floor.
It takes him a while before he comes back and he notices that look, yes. And it's promptly ignored.
Instead, he hands a cup to Jon and sits down.
"Alright. Thoughts?"
It takes him a while before he comes back and he notices that look, yes. And it's promptly ignored.
Instead, he hands a cup to Jon and sits down.
"Alright. Thoughts?"
The wolf's head goes down as he sits.
Jon doesn't glance at the wolf, but he keeps his eyes on Jacobi. And sips at his water. And it's clear that he's clearly trying to figure out how to encapsulate his feelings on the film.
"I conclude that it is, in fact, an experience. And, as experiences go aboard this ship... certainly not the worst."
He looks to Jacobi.
"...Regina George should hardly be your... hashtag 'inspiration', however."
Jon doesn't glance at the wolf, but he keeps his eyes on Jacobi. And sips at his water. And it's clear that he's clearly trying to figure out how to encapsulate his feelings on the film.
"I conclude that it is, in fact, an experience. And, as experiences go aboard this ship... certainly not the worst."
He looks to Jacobi.
"...Regina George should hardly be your... hashtag 'inspiration', however."
He snorts into his water.
"I maintain that the real villain was Janis Ian," he tells him. "Cady came in with no real practical social skills. No knowledge of the American high school system. And Janis Ian turned her into the perfect spy. She just didn't teach her how to disengage."
"I maintain that the real villain was Janis Ian," he tells him. "Cady came in with no real practical social skills. No knowledge of the American high school system. And Janis Ian turned her into the perfect spy. She just didn't teach her how to disengage."
"I don't actually have an argument for that," he says as he sips at his own water. "Other than to say that the true villain is the American high school system."
"What, did you go to some magic school that was immune to cliques?" He laughs.
"We're on a boat full of adults - " A pause. " - mostly adults. And there are cliques exactly like that. We're in a very gritty version of Mean Girls right now."
"We're on a boat full of adults - " A pause. " - mostly adults. And there are cliques exactly like that. We're in a very gritty version of Mean Girls right now."
"That doesn't make the whole thing any less bullshit," is his counterargument to that, "and of course I didn't. I had no friends and people couldn't stand me. I spent most of my time in the library. I avoided the whole thing, for the most part."
He doesn't sound as if he didn't care so much as, well, that was the best of his options and what is a single kid to do in such a situation? Fucking deal, really.
He doesn't sound as if he didn't care so much as, well, that was the best of his options and what is a single kid to do in such a situation? Fucking deal, really.
So...exactly what he's doing now.
"Oh my god, you couldn't prove my point harder if you tried."
He puts his water on the floor, away from foot traffic. "This is pretty much how high school was for me, too. Less...blowing up, of course. But - one or two friends. And we spent more time fucking around than anything else. Well, not too much fucking around. Still had to get good grades or dad would be on my ass, but enough."
He leans his head back.
"I hate it here, Jon. I'm not going to - blow it all to hell again or anything. And it's definitely the death toll talking. But I want to go home." He laughs, more than a little bitterly.
"Oh my god, you couldn't prove my point harder if you tried."
He puts his water on the floor, away from foot traffic. "This is pretty much how high school was for me, too. Less...blowing up, of course. But - one or two friends. And we spent more time fucking around than anything else. Well, not too much fucking around. Still had to get good grades or dad would be on my ass, but enough."
He leans his head back.
"I hate it here, Jon. I'm not going to - blow it all to hell again or anything. And it's definitely the death toll talking. But I want to go home." He laughs, more than a little bitterly.
Jon looks back at him for a moment before he lets his own glass rest on the ground. He's not sure what to say about that, because he gets it. He really, most sincerely, does.
"I'm sure you do," he says quietly, gently, really, "and thankfully, eventually, you will. I do have faith in that."
"I'm sure you do," he says quietly, gently, really, "and thankfully, eventually, you will. I do have faith in that."
He nods. "Thanks," he tells him, honest though it's marred a bit by his own smarmy tone. "I don't have a choice, but thanks." He gives him a bit of a nudge.
"Well, I'll let you pick the next movie since you sat through that?" he tells him. "And hopefully when I'm not about to drop, I might actually appreciate it?"
"Well, I'll let you pick the next movie since you sat through that?" he tells him. "And hopefully when I'm not about to drop, I might actually appreciate it?"
"You don't," he agrees, "but it's better than the alternative. So I'll keep hoping regardless."
He'll nudge him back before he starts hunting around on his computer for the movie he's putting on, which might surprise Jacobi.
"...not a word. to anyone, thank you."
Because that file he just selected? Definitely says 'Raiders of the Lost Ark'.
He'll nudge him back before he starts hunting around on his computer for the movie he's putting on, which might surprise Jacobi.
"...not a word. to anyone, thank you."
Because that file he just selected? Definitely says 'Raiders of the Lost Ark'.
"Oh my god, Jon, do you like Indy?" he asks. "You?" He mimes zipping his lips.
Not a word.
But -
"Nice choice."
Not a word.
But -
"Nice choice."
He looks back at Jacobi. Because if he could not appreciate a proper adventure movie, let alone the adventure movie, well, there was just nowhere this friendship could go, clearly.
But it's just as clear how much he genuinely enjoys the movies when he murmurs-
"Thank you."
And if he's mouthing along with more than a few of the lines as the movie starts, so be it.
But it's just as clear how much he genuinely enjoys the movies when he murmurs-
"Thank you."
And if he's mouthing along with more than a few of the lines as the movie starts, so be it.
Jacobi's just as into this one as he was to the other (and it helps that Harrison Ford is very much his Type), but it's clear that he's not going to make it all the way through. He tries. He tries really hard. But just as they Indy starts the truck chase on horseback, Jacobi can't keep his eyes open any longer. He slinks back against the wall, dozing.
Jon Knows, but he’ll watch til the end of the scene before stopping it and collecting his things. Then he’ll pack up and leave a note on top of a sleeping Jacobi’s forehead.
Daniel,
You’re a Philistine. We’ll finish up next time. And stop walking around so much.
Daniel,
You’re a Philistine. We’ll finish up next time. And stop walking around so much.
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Daniel wakes when he hears the door close, a little confused as to where he is but - ah. Right.
He finds the note, reads it with a fond eyeroll, and then finally lies down to get comfortable. "C'mon," he mutters to the wolf, raising up an arm for him briefly. But he's already back asleep.
He finds the note, reads it with a fond eyeroll, and then finally lies down to get comfortable. "C'mon," he mutters to the wolf, raising up an arm for him briefly. But he's already back asleep.
He'll burrow underneath. It's not exactly rocket science.
"Died at home," he says. "I mean, I know there's people who do care here. But it's one thing to know that and another thing to know it. Make sense?" he wonders, leaning back.
"I have Kepler. He's from home, too. It was - the three of us for a very long time," he explains. "But he was my CO. Getting used to him as being someone I can talk to is an adjustment, yeah." He takes the pen from the notebook so he can tap it a bit.
"But yeah, I'm new. And caring about people isn't something that comes easy to me. Even with time," he admits.
"But yeah, I'm new. And caring about people isn't something that comes easy to me. Even with time," he admits.
"There's people who'll never forgive you for doing what you did," she says - sounding matter-of-fact about this, not apologetic. "But I hope there'll be people who'll listen to you, too. You're being calm and polite right now; that'll help. People like that."
It is, of course, rarely quite that simple, but never let it be said that Tiffany's own biases don't come into play.
It is, of course, rarely quite that simple, but never let it be said that Tiffany's own biases don't come into play.
He scoffs. "I don't plan on airing my dirty laundry for everyone to see," he tells her. "That's not how I operate."
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