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[more_flexible]

Try as he might to avoid people, sometimes it just wasn't possible. Everyone needed to eat and so the kitchen was never completely empty. When Jack went in to get coffee, it was fairly slow and a couple people wandered out, so he took the opportunity to lean on the counter and flip through the book he'd been carrying. A repair manual for some tech that would never be here. It was pointless, but it kept him entertained.

Jack looked up when he heard footsteps and he saw red. He'd promised Logan he wasn't going to track House down and exact revenge, but the very sight of the man pissed him off beyond reason. that he would imply, while Logan was hurt and vulnerable no less, that Jack abused him made the former time Agent feel like showing House just how abusive he could be. Without a word he crossed the room and before he could think it through, he felt his fist collide with House's face. It was wholly satisfying.

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[misanthrope_md]

Jack read the regret wrong. It wasn't for what he'd done with Logan - he still didn't think he'd done anything wrong. Just... general regret for how things had worked out with Jack. That they just seemed to be getting worse.

"Sounds good," he said, voice a bit clipped.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He nodded, compelled to say something more or do something else. Things had gone so wrong so fast. The break up, John, Jack's brutal, cold words. And then the room in the hallway. That last time. He couldn't figure out why being this close to House made him think of that, of all things. He was angry. He was done.

He didn't look done. He looked...

"I have to go," he announced, then ducked his chin, faltered a moment, then finally began to walk down the hall.

[misanthrope_md]

This was why it was so difficult. Every time. There was always that spark, that hint of something still there. House wasn't delusional; he'd be able to accept that Jack didn't want him if it wasn't for moments like these.

He looked after Jack for a long moment, swore under his breath, and then limped into the clinic to dress his wounds.