[Jack had just begun to retort angrily that no, Eugene should listen, because if he thought-! and only the impact of the tree against his back stopped him from blurting out something brash and angry and probably very damaging. His breath caught in his throat and he glared, but listened, hands tight around Eugene's and the ring, whole body thrumming with energy desperate to be freed though words and fighting.
Slowly, he listened, and felt the outrage drain from him little by little. Eugene was right, and he'd at least obliquely known about all of that. It still stung, knowing what had to be done and how they had to do it. Knowing they couldn't all be Max, act how they will and damn the consequences. He took a shivery breath and nodded, leaning in until his face presses into Eugene's shoulder and his hands open, clenching at his shirt.]
Eugene, I-
[His voice is hoarse with threatened tears, and whatever he means to say chokes off in an ugly noise as he pulls closer, back bowed and tense.]
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Slowly, he listened, and felt the outrage drain from him little by little. Eugene was right, and he'd at least obliquely known about all of that. It still stung, knowing what had to be done and how they had to do it. Knowing they couldn't all be Max, act how they will and damn the consequences. He took a shivery breath and nodded, leaning in until his face presses into Eugene's shoulder and his hands open, clenching at his shirt.]
Eugene, I-
[His voice is hoarse with threatened tears, and whatever he means to say chokes off in an ugly noise as he pulls closer, back bowed and tense.]