I have layers, Big Ol' Boy, [ Hangman says, breezily. ] Like a parfait.
[ There has never been a silence on God's green earth that Hangman has not seen fit to fill. Kansas is crooning on the radio and Jake, actually, keeps his eyes on the road. But he's a great pilot because he notices fucking everything, they all do, and his first weapon of choice is the exact angle of his genetically blessed jawline; his second is his perception.
It's not a chore to wait Bob out. Jake's rewarded with an easy if hesitant Thanks, and instead of puffing his chest at any amount of obviously-deserved gratitude or praise, he frowns down at the road. Whatever thoughts that are passing over his eyes are easily hidden by the reflective shine of his sunglasses. A muscle in his jaw jumps; another uncharacteristic beat of silence passes.
Eventually, he huffs out a scoff. Easy enough to read as arrogant, antagonistic — Nothing can happen without me, Bobby — but there is something pointedly serious in the way it comes across.
Cars, much like cockpits, are great places to have a conversation with no other witnesses. ]
Floyd, [ Jake starts slowly, as they pull up at a red light. He fixes Bob with a flat look above the rim of his Raybans. ] When you and Phoenix get picked for this thing, don't fuck it up.
[ He turns back to the road. The light changes to green. ]
—I don't want to have to tell Izzie she's tagged a dead man's instagram.
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[ There has never been a silence on God's green earth that Hangman has not seen fit to fill. Kansas is crooning on the radio and Jake, actually, keeps his eyes on the road. But he's a great pilot because he notices fucking everything, they all do, and his first weapon of choice is the exact angle of his genetically blessed jawline; his second is his perception.
It's not a chore to wait Bob out. Jake's rewarded with an easy if hesitant Thanks, and instead of puffing his chest at any amount of obviously-deserved gratitude or praise, he frowns down at the road. Whatever thoughts that are passing over his eyes are easily hidden by the reflective shine of his sunglasses. A muscle in his jaw jumps; another uncharacteristic beat of silence passes.
Eventually, he huffs out a scoff. Easy enough to read as arrogant, antagonistic — Nothing can happen without me, Bobby — but there is something pointedly serious in the way it comes across.
Cars, much like cockpits, are great places to have a conversation with no other witnesses. ]
Floyd, [ Jake starts slowly, as they pull up at a red light. He fixes Bob with a flat look above the rim of his Raybans. ] When you and Phoenix get picked for this thing, don't fuck it up.
[ He turns back to the road. The light changes to green. ]
—I don't want to have to tell Izzie she's tagged a dead man's instagram.