[ As always, hindsight is 20/20. But it doesn't mean the guilt goes away entirely, even as he manages to smile at Izzie's phone (he won't be surprised if she crops him out entirely), and especially when Sarah hands over the box with, here you go, honey and actually seems to mean the endearment this time around, her eyes crinkling in a smile. His quiet is thoughtful when they leave the establishment, both of his arms holding up the cake so as to minimize all possible risk. ]
Oh, is that what you were doing? [ he asks, in his version of a flat tone, as he fishes out his keys and tosses them over, mourning the perfect set-up he's got in terms of seating distance and back support; Hangman definitely doesn't seem to be the type who'd appreciate a ramrod straight seat while he's driving. ] Looking out for my speech skills?
[ Which just seems like a preparation overkill even to Bob, who genuinely likes the idea of structure and organizing his life to keep everything where it should be, but he's not surprised that Jake's mind works this way. He's just so confident that he has enough to share without asking permission. Bob doesn't think he minds it. Not yet, anyway.
The cake is settled on the floor of the backseat. When the car starts up, the radio is playing Dust in the Wind. ]
Let me pay you back for at least half.
[ It was his idea, after all. He figures it's only fair.
But if Jake's already thinking about Bob's promotion, then he's definitely thought of his own. He blinks over at the man fussing with seating angles and such while he waits with his seatbelt already on, hesitating before asking: ]
Who are you going to thank in your Captain speech?
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Oh, is that what you were doing? [ he asks, in his version of a flat tone, as he fishes out his keys and tosses them over, mourning the perfect set-up he's got in terms of seating distance and back support; Hangman definitely doesn't seem to be the type who'd appreciate a ramrod straight seat while he's driving. ] Looking out for my speech skills?
[ Which just seems like a preparation overkill even to Bob, who genuinely likes the idea of structure and organizing his life to keep everything where it should be, but he's not surprised that Jake's mind works this way. He's just so confident that he has enough to share without asking permission. Bob doesn't think he minds it. Not yet, anyway.
The cake is settled on the floor of the backseat. When the car starts up, the radio is playing Dust in the Wind. ]
Let me pay you back for at least half.
[ It was his idea, after all. He figures it's only fair.
But if Jake's already thinking about Bob's promotion, then he's definitely thought of his own. He blinks over at the man fussing with seating angles and such while he waits with his seatbelt already on, hesitating before asking: ]
Who are you going to thank in your Captain speech?