The 'I told you so' is so thick in his throat that he has to physically swallow it down. It's the last thing he actually wants to say.
"Well," he says instead, "you're not going to make it again. Are you? No more..." He presses his lips for a moment, looking for the right word. "...complacency. You're better than that."
It's not a demand, or a cajoling threat. It's just... quiet. Gentle. An acknowledgement.
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Date: 2022-07-12 01:25 pm (UTC)Not that he gets to comment immediately, when a blanket gets smacked into his face.
But he wrestles it into quick submission, even putting his beer down to give Jacobi his proper attention. "Jacobi?"
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Date: 2022-07-12 01:34 pm (UTC)He sighs. "My bad call. I could have refused but...I didn't."
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Date: 2022-07-12 01:49 pm (UTC)"Well," he says instead, "you're not going to make it again. Are you? No more..." He presses his lips for a moment, looking for the right word. "...complacency. You're better than that."
It's not a demand, or a cajoling threat. It's just... quiet. Gentle. An acknowledgement.
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Date: 2022-07-12 01:58 pm (UTC)"Yes, sir," he says and the sound bubbles into a laugh. A relieved, almost desperate sound, but still a laugh.
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Date: 2022-07-12 02:08 pm (UTC)And then he throws the blanket back in Jacobi's face. "Here's a hankie for you, son."
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Date: 2022-07-12 02:17 pm (UTC)This isn't the end of his thought process; far from it. He has a lot he needs to do and to consider.
But as painful as it feels to him, there's something freeing about it. And that's the feeling he focuses on.