[ Moira isn’t looking, head still in her hands, so she doesn’t see the look on Jesse’s face when he works out what that means. It doesn’t matter anyway. This isn’t about him, which is why he keeps his initial response to himself:
I’ll kill him. Just for that, I’ll kill him.
Instead, Jesse lets the silence come, lets it be shaped by all the things said and unsaid. Lets it settle over them both, weighted with it all. There’s no reflexive platitude that will make it any better, so there’s no point in bothering, even if— for the first time in a long time, since even before Overwatch fell, when the experiments on Reyes started to show their results— Jesse feels something for Moira that isn’t tinted dark with his bias.
He’s not sure he’s ever seen her quite like this at any point in their acquaintance, going all the way back to the beginning. ]
… C’mon.
[ He sets his glass down on the table, still empty, and stands up. ]
We’re goin’ out back for a minute. Bring the bottle.
no subject
I’ll kill him. Just for that, I’ll kill him.
Instead, Jesse lets the silence come, lets it be shaped by all the things said and unsaid. Lets it settle over them both, weighted with it all. There’s no reflexive platitude that will make it any better, so there’s no point in bothering, even if— for the first time in a long time, since even before Overwatch fell, when the experiments on Reyes started to show their results— Jesse feels something for Moira that isn’t tinted dark with his bias.
He’s not sure he’s ever seen her quite like this at any point in their acquaintance, going all the way back to the beginning. ]
… C’mon.
[ He sets his glass down on the table, still empty, and stands up. ]
We’re goin’ out back for a minute. Bring the bottle.