( The gun goes unacknowledged; if history has proven anything, it's that Jack is not a gun guy. Not even nerf guns, apparently. He will either drop them or throw them on accident one hundred percent of the time. )
What? No-
( He starts, then stops, then flounders like a fucking idiot. His hair is matted into salt water clumps; his skin feels gritty. He hasn't been able to sleep since this whole thing started, he hasn't been able to read, he hasn't been able to conjure coffee. He's tired, and confused, and just so god damn bad at- talking. Friends. People. Words spoken with his mouth hole. Everything, all of it. )
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What? No-
( He starts, then stops, then flounders like a fucking idiot. His hair is matted into salt water clumps; his skin feels gritty. He hasn't been able to sleep since this whole thing started, he hasn't been able to read, he hasn't been able to conjure coffee. He's tired, and confused, and just so god damn bad at- talking. Friends. People. Words spoken with his mouth hole. Everything, all of it. )
That's not- wait- why?