Jack:In his Workshop
Jack left Ellie's Room, his pace quickening, almost storming back to his room. Anger, sadness, fear, it all mixed inside of him and he didn't know what to think. He arrived first in his work shop, picking up this tool, that length of wire, this washer, that screw, but he couldn't concentrate. He was...was he heartbroken? It was the end, it felt like it anyway, going over everything that had been said, everything that he'd felt, thought, his head was swimming. It was the death of their relationship, that kiss had been so empty, where were his feelings for her? Where was that burning desire to be with Ellie? Had he killed it? Had he given up? Jack was confused, and he threw the length of wire hard, against the wall, and it pathetically bounced back down to his work bench.
Jack stormed off, stepping through the hole in the wall and flinging himself down on his bed, rolling onto his back and putting his hands behind his head. He fumed, he didn't know what was wrong with him! Scowling up at the cieling, he thought of someone he could talk to, and his mind thought of Zandra, and he sighed, frowning. "I really wish you were here right now Dal," he said aloud, quietly, and that comforted him on some level. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore, what's wrong with me," the tears soon followed, hot, angry, flowing out from his eyes and down the side of his head. What would Dal say if he were here? Don't be stupid Jack, if you like her, go after her! "But what if I just like her, what if it's not more than that anymore? What if I've fallen out of love with her, I just," he trailed off, "I'm confused," he added, frowning again. Oh the great genius Jack, confused, typical!
This was getting him nowhere, and he punched his fist against the bed, getting up and storming back to his workshop. It wasn't the same, it wasn't Dal, it was just Jack, being angry with himself. Sitting down at his workbench, Jack opened an appliance that seemed to be ruined, damaged on the inside by something, what looked like electrical feedback. He began to tinker, wondering if he could fix it and deciding that not thinking about Ellie was the right thing to do, for right now anyway.
Jack stormed off, stepping through the hole in the wall and flinging himself down on his bed, rolling onto his back and putting his hands behind his head. He fumed, he didn't know what was wrong with him! Scowling up at the cieling, he thought of someone he could talk to, and his mind thought of Zandra, and he sighed, frowning. "I really wish you were here right now Dal," he said aloud, quietly, and that comforted him on some level. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore, what's wrong with me," the tears soon followed, hot, angry, flowing out from his eyes and down the side of his head. What would Dal say if he were here? Don't be stupid Jack, if you like her, go after her! "But what if I just like her, what if it's not more than that anymore? What if I've fallen out of love with her, I just," he trailed off, "I'm confused," he added, frowning again. Oh the great genius Jack, confused, typical!
This was getting him nowhere, and he punched his fist against the bed, getting up and storming back to his workshop. It wasn't the same, it wasn't Dal, it was just Jack, being angry with himself. Sitting down at his workbench, Jack opened an appliance that seemed to be ruined, damaged on the inside by something, what looked like electrical feedback. He began to tinker, wondering if he could fix it and deciding that not thinking about Ellie was the right thing to do, for right now anyway.