Jack doesn't look any happier, but he does stop talking, at least. He scrubs his hands over his face. He's pretty tense, but he'd be happier if he was drawing.
"I can't believe you're doing this," he says, sound petulant even in his own ears.
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Date: 2016-05-11 09:46 pm (UTC)Jack doesn't look any happier, but he does stop talking, at least. He scrubs his hands over his face. He's pretty tense, but he'd be happier if he was drawing.
"I can't believe you're doing this," he says, sound petulant even in his own ears.