Reaper could have just ghosted away when 76 reacted as completely expected, but he wanted an up close and personal moment of watching the younger man process what he had actually said. Jack did not disappoint as he watched anger fade to surprise to dumbfounded back to surprise to disbelief with a taint of hope. It was like watching a two hour movie in a matter of ten seconds.
He didn't even try to resist the hold that 76 had on him, remaining stoic even as he was pulled in. He took a small step forward with the pull, and his red eyes remained poised and watchful even as his black leather hood was knocked back. Jack, he acknowledged, was the only one he allowed to get away with that sort of shit.
He finally lifted a hand when his white-haired braid was seized, and he drew a clawed finger down the long jagged scar that crossed the younger man's face.
"You heard me," he remarked with a growl. "Accept what is, and we can stop wasting one another's time with this pussyfooting we have been doing for decades. There is no career to advance anymore, no revenge here. This is what is left."
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He didn't even try to resist the hold that 76 had on him, remaining stoic even as he was pulled in. He took a small step forward with the pull, and his red eyes remained poised and watchful even as his black leather hood was knocked back. Jack, he acknowledged, was the only one he allowed to get away with that sort of shit.
He finally lifted a hand when his white-haired braid was seized, and he drew a clawed finger down the long jagged scar that crossed the younger man's face.
"You heard me," he remarked with a growl. "Accept what is, and we can stop wasting one another's time with this pussyfooting we have been doing for decades. There is no career to advance anymore, no revenge here. This is what is left."