Nope. [ Again, that obnoxious p. ] And that's why I come back home.
[ It's not an act. It's still even odds that Rooster's going to get tagged for this — Jake will chew off his own goddamn arm if that actually happens, considering the amount of shit Bradshaw's apparently got left to square away, like he's a fresh ensign with a dated pornstache and Hawaiian shirt — but it's what Jake believes. Fear isn't really an emotion that fits inside his breast. Worry, though — that, unfortunately, is a switch he doesn't know how to throw off.
It's incredibly fucking annoying, honestly.
The car turns. Jake drives hugging the coastline, even though fucking all of San Diego is basically coastline. It's evident that he's heading towards the slightly nicer neighborhood that he lives in, swindled someway and somehow on the Navy's dime. ]
Look, Bob. Fear is what gets you killed. Maverick's the fucking same — he's still stuck making Captain because he won't ever stop flying. But he's alive to tell that story because that old fossil learned a long time ago what you and Phoenix and Payback are all learning right now. You fly afraid, we're all going to be attending more funerals we'd love to forget.
[ A pause. The words, honest and real, hang in the air.
Abruptly, Jake grins at Bob with a wide, toothy smile. His brows pinch in faux consideration as they both have to sit with this great advice he's just unleashed: ]
Be honest. Do you think I should start a podcast?
[ Dismissed, summarily, as the moment's declared well and truly over. ]
no subject
Nope. [ Again, that obnoxious p. ] And that's why I come back home.
[ It's not an act. It's still even odds that Rooster's going to get tagged for this — Jake will chew off his own goddamn arm if that actually happens, considering the amount of shit Bradshaw's apparently got left to square away, like he's a fresh ensign with a dated pornstache and Hawaiian shirt — but it's what Jake believes. Fear isn't really an emotion that fits inside his breast. Worry, though — that, unfortunately, is a switch he doesn't know how to throw off.
It's incredibly fucking annoying, honestly.
The car turns. Jake drives hugging the coastline, even though fucking all of San Diego is basically coastline. It's evident that he's heading towards the slightly nicer neighborhood that he lives in, swindled someway and somehow on the Navy's dime. ]
Look, Bob. Fear is what gets you killed. Maverick's the fucking same — he's still stuck making Captain because he won't ever stop flying. But he's alive to tell that story because that old fossil learned a long time ago what you and Phoenix and Payback are all learning right now. You fly afraid, we're all going to be attending more funerals we'd love to forget.
[ A pause. The words, honest and real, hang in the air.
Abruptly, Jake grins at Bob with a wide, toothy smile. His brows pinch in faux consideration as they both have to sit with this great advice he's just unleashed: ]
Be honest. Do you think I should start a podcast?
[ Dismissed, summarily, as the moment's declared well and truly over. ]