He instinctively stiffens at Faramir's approach, expectant, gaze fixed on the man. When Faramir merely speaks, however, Jack eases a little and settle back. He wouldn't have blamed the man if he'd outright clocked him, but he's more than happy that he'd chosen not to. "A sensible choice, for certain." He's relieved to hear it, mostly because Faramir raising it would absolve Jack from having any responsibility for the child.
For a few brief moments, it looks like the conversation may be done. Then Faramir seats himself, and Jack leans back into his own chair. Not out of the wood yet, it'd seem.
The question draws a faint frown onto his face, something that looks almost like sympathy edging into his eyes. He's silent a couple beats, considering his answer, then clears his throat. "What drew us together? Circumstance, I would suspect. I assume she's told you about what'd been done to her in Panem, the horrid things that the Capitol put us through." He rubs his thumb against his lip, eyes momentarily distant. "I'd wager she'd sought comfort, in such a brutal place." For him, even if that hadn't been the whole picture (Panem or not, Jack has always been a rake), that had certainly played a part in his pursuit of her. He'd been starved for affection, for touch, knowing that within the next day, or even hour, the Capitol could force him to fight for his life again.
His gaze focuses back on Faramir, hand dropping away to rest on his leg. "All the same, I can't rightly speak for her on that." Especially with regards to their recent escapade. "You're a decent man, mate. She speaks highly of you, and has told me plenty about her love for you."
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Date: 2017-06-03 11:03 pm (UTC)For a few brief moments, it looks like the conversation may be done. Then Faramir seats himself, and Jack leans back into his own chair. Not out of the wood yet, it'd seem.
The question draws a faint frown onto his face, something that looks almost like sympathy edging into his eyes. He's silent a couple beats, considering his answer, then clears his throat. "What drew us together? Circumstance, I would suspect. I assume she's told you about what'd been done to her in Panem, the horrid things that the Capitol put us through." He rubs his thumb against his lip, eyes momentarily distant. "I'd wager she'd sought comfort, in such a brutal place." For him, even if that hadn't been the whole picture (Panem or not, Jack has always been a rake), that had certainly played a part in his pursuit of her. He'd been starved for affection, for touch, knowing that within the next day, or even hour, the Capitol could force him to fight for his life again.
His gaze focuses back on Faramir, hand dropping away to rest on his leg. "All the same, I can't rightly speak for her on that." Especially with regards to their recent escapade. "You're a decent man, mate. She speaks highly of you, and has told me plenty about her love for you."