[Jack keeps his hand there just a second too long, the contact broken by Snake feeling it to, and shifting to the side. He pulls his hand away—he can recognize an invitation to sit, at least, and he finds himself taking it, even if they’re still in close quarters. Even if it’s still a little awkward.
It’s a little more awkward when Snake trails off right before he says that the two of them were together. Jack can guess by now, and doesn’t really need the confirmation. It all makes a little too much sense in hindsight, not that Jack is upset about this revelation. If anything, it just makes him more sympathetic.
He knows what it’s like to lose people that meant something to you. Snake’s self-deprecation isn’t anything he hasn’t told himself a million times.]
Her callsign is ‘Mercy’ and she wears angel wings onto the battlefield.
[He thinks that pretty much sums it all up, and Jack lets out an exasperated sigh. It’s fond, of course, but tired, too, like he doesn’t really want to be the one left behind.]
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It’s a little more awkward when Snake trails off right before he says that the two of them were together. Jack can guess by now, and doesn’t really need the confirmation. It all makes a little too much sense in hindsight, not that Jack is upset about this revelation. If anything, it just makes him more sympathetic.
He knows what it’s like to lose people that meant something to you. Snake’s self-deprecation isn’t anything he hasn’t told himself a million times.]
Her callsign is ‘Mercy’ and she wears angel wings onto the battlefield.
[He thinks that pretty much sums it all up, and Jack lets out an exasperated sigh. It’s fond, of course, but tired, too, like he doesn’t really want to be the one left behind.]
She’s too good for all of us.