That's just it--is what I want the same as the right thing? [He rolls his weight onto the balls of his feet, then back onto his heels, rocking in place.] Most of the time I don't even know if I can trust what I'm feeling or thinking. Ever since waking up in the hospital it's just been...
[A mess. A big, mentally taxing mess.
He trails off, seemingly unable to find his words. When it's safe to cross he starts forward, turning his head to shoot Nyx an apologetic sort of smile as if sorry for the heavy confession. The Jack who's been soldiering since he was seven would never have said it, not in the habit of sharing his thoughts if not in the form of a joke or a sarcastic comment; even now, there's a knee-jerk reaction to hide it behind a smile.]
Thanks, Nyx.
[A safe and caring home. Why does that leave him aching at the same time it makes him happy?]
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[A mess. A big, mentally taxing mess.
He trails off, seemingly unable to find his words. When it's safe to cross he starts forward, turning his head to shoot Nyx an apologetic sort of smile as if sorry for the heavy confession. The Jack who's been soldiering since he was seven would never have said it, not in the habit of sharing his thoughts if not in the form of a joke or a sarcastic comment; even now, there's a knee-jerk reaction to hide it behind a smile.]
Thanks, Nyx.
[A safe and caring home. Why does that leave him aching at the same time it makes him happy?]