[It could make Atlas a knife in his back, but Jack would much rather he be something that shields him from one right now. A necessary evil, all things considered, but necessary - he can't carry on like this alone. He does freeze for a moment when the gun comes into view, his fingers twitching towards where he left the his own, but he can't help that. It's second nature to draw his own when he sees one in someone else's hands.
Thankfully, he looks up quickly enough to catch the bar, not lingering on how easy it would be to shoot him right now. He didn't realize he was starving until he was ripping the wrapping open, already taking his first bite when he stops within a few feet of Atlas. He stares at him as he swallows, like he's waiting for his to dissipate like the rest of the apparitions he's encountered here.
He doesn't. Since he's real, Jack has to say something, something not... weak. Establish himself, his importance. But he still can't bring himself to laugh or even smile, so it winds up still sounding pathetic.] You aren't "taking off" without your partner, right?
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Thankfully, he looks up quickly enough to catch the bar, not lingering on how easy it would be to shoot him right now. He didn't realize he was starving until he was ripping the wrapping open, already taking his first bite when he stops within a few feet of Atlas. He stares at him as he swallows, like he's waiting for his to dissipate like the rest of the apparitions he's encountered here.
He doesn't. Since he's real, Jack has to say something, something not... weak. Establish himself, his importance. But he still can't bring himself to laugh or even smile, so it winds up still sounding pathetic.] You aren't "taking off" without your partner, right?