The words where there, a slight promise of sorts to not leave him with no answers, but Jack could see the heavy regret that lingered there behind it all. It wasn't regret for offering answers though, Jack was certain of that... it was that for once Adam felt like he had no where to really go. For Jack to see a man who before had so much that he felt he had to do now broken down and pinned to one spot... he knew the weight that could put on someone.
Jack moved to the counter, resting a hand lightly against Adam's shoulder, letting it skim across as he brushed past him to settle opposite of him, with his own hand reaching for a container of food, popping the top open and grabbing a fork to take a bite of something. Even to see if he could stomach food now, with all the anxiety that had been building up around everything from just a few less than simple questions.
Now there was the silence, and Jack could almost hear the sickening sound of the food unsticking itself from the edges of the container, that near sucking sound that made Jack set the container down and move to the cabinets to grab a bowl. He took one out for Adam as well, offering it out in that same stark silence of the room.
Exhaling sounded so loud, and almost annoyed but Jack wasn't annoyed he was just tired for the most part, tired of trying to figure out what his place was supposed to be in all of it. If he was the side of righteousness trying to stop a belief he thought to be wrong, or if he was just not on a side. It didn't feel like he'd have sided with Adam, but he didn't like the idea of being so against him either. He sought that middle ground he knew probably didn't exist, and if it didn't exist... then where did that leave them?
Pinching his fingers to the bridge of his nose for a moment trying to stave off a headache from all the over thinking of things. Shaking it off he went to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of vodka and two tumblers, "So maybe it was a good thought after all."
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Date: 2007-12-09 07:58 am (UTC)Jack moved to the counter, resting a hand lightly against Adam's shoulder, letting it skim across as he brushed past him to settle opposite of him, with his own hand reaching for a container of food, popping the top open and grabbing a fork to take a bite of something. Even to see if he could stomach food now, with all the anxiety that had been building up around everything from just a few less than simple questions.
Now there was the silence, and Jack could almost hear the sickening sound of the food unsticking itself from the edges of the container, that near sucking sound that made Jack set the container down and move to the cabinets to grab a bowl. He took one out for Adam as well, offering it out in that same stark silence of the room.
Exhaling sounded so loud, and almost annoyed but Jack wasn't annoyed he was just tired for the most part, tired of trying to figure out what his place was supposed to be in all of it. If he was the side of righteousness trying to stop a belief he thought to be wrong, or if he was just not on a side. It didn't feel like he'd have sided with Adam, but he didn't like the idea of being so against him either. He sought that middle ground he knew probably didn't exist, and if it didn't exist... then where did that leave them?
Pinching his fingers to the bridge of his nose for a moment trying to stave off a headache from all the over thinking of things. Shaking it off he went to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of vodka and two tumblers, "So maybe it was a good thought after all."