Round Seven - Fic

[michellek]

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A Hanging Man, and then, G

[dr_agent]

He keeps waiting for the words he wants to hear, a silent and then caught in his brow, his eyes, and his leaning-in posture.

But she just rambles on about all the quirks that can come about in a 30-minute dinner conversation, unable to see he wants the meat of the story. Phone calls have a funny way of making body language moot.

Jack wants to know if the man had the balls to propose to her. Liz is talking so fast that he can tell something big happened, but be it negative or positive is still a mystery as the call reaches the ten-minute mark.

"He orders a steak, and steak is always a 'something big is going to happen' entree."

"Naturally."

"Well, he woofs the thing down. I'm just eating a salad, because I was pretty set on eating, like, three deserts."

There's a pause on her end, and Jack is confident that he can hear her lips part. She's realizing there's nothing left to tell.

"He ordered a really fancy desert."

Before he can encourage her to go on, she rushes her words out.

"I thought he was going to propose."

If they were in the same room, she'd see it. She'd see his face fall, but not in a sad way. It's rife with unease. How am I supposed to feel, again?

"He didn't," he says. His tone makes it lean more toward rhetorical.

"No, that's the thing. He did."

"Oh," he breathes, caught off guard.

"He just got down on one knee and asked me to marry him."

One-two-three seconds and he can't help it anymore. The phone feels so small in his hand. She's so far away. He's so desperate for reasons he hasn't given himself the time to take to heart.

"And then?"

Re: A Hanging Man, and then, G

[michellek]

I really like this, especially these bits:

She'd see his face fall, but not in a sad way. It's rife with unease. How am I supposed to feel, again?

One-two-three seconds and he can't help it anymore. The phone feels so small in his hand. She's so far away. He's so desperate for reasons he hasn't given himself the time to take to heart.

I like Jack not quite knowing how to feel/not quite allowing himself to feel it.