Holy shit, you're gone! You're...you're not gonna remember this tomorrow.
[Which is too bad, this is some pretty compelling 'I'm not an asshole' evidence. At this point it's more a matter of personal pride than actually wanting Rhys' loyalty.]
Alright, here you go.
[Jack sets a plate on the coffee table. Two soft boiled eggs in those little egg holders and a plate of toast strips. And a large glass of water. He flops himself down in the matching leather chair, with a plate of runny scrambled eggs. He props his bare feet up on the coffee table and flips on the TV for background noise and so he doesn't have to make in depth conversation with Rhys.]
Eat that, then sleep. There's a trash can there, because I swear to god Rhys. I swear to god, you get sick on any of my stuff....I rent this place, cupcake. Use the can as though your life depended on it.
no subject
[Which is too bad, this is some pretty compelling 'I'm not an asshole' evidence. At this point it's more a matter of personal pride than actually wanting Rhys' loyalty.]
Alright, here you go.
[Jack sets a plate on the coffee table. Two soft boiled eggs in those little egg holders and a plate of toast strips. And a large glass of water. He flops himself down in the matching leather chair, with a plate of runny scrambled eggs. He props his bare feet up on the coffee table and flips on the TV for background noise and so he doesn't have to make in depth conversation with Rhys.]
Eat that, then sleep. There's a trash can there, because I swear to god Rhys. I swear to god, you get sick on any of my stuff....I rent this place, cupcake. Use the can as though your life depended on it.