( The stuttered first syllable comes out with a little more anxiety, a little more high-strung tension, than Jack's normally deadpan, apathetic countenance. If it sounds distracted, it's only because he's busy searching the length of his own skinny torso, his hands absently palming at the torn t-shirt that should be soaking itself through with blood, but that... isn't.
He falters, stunned, confused, staring at the line of a freshly-healed scar over his heart through the hole in the fabric. )
I'm supposed to be, but I think I'm- not?
( A somewhat bewildered look is levelled over at Wolfwood as though he ought to know what's going on, just because he happens to be in proximity. It'll occur to him in a second that they're complete strangers, it'll occur to him in a second that his hair is plastered with water dripping down his cheeks, and that he's on his back on the floor of a cavern, and everything else that ought to be immediately obvious, but just for this first moment, he's- stuck. )
no subject
( The stuttered first syllable comes out with a little more anxiety, a little more high-strung tension, than Jack's normally deadpan, apathetic countenance. If it sounds distracted, it's only because he's busy searching the length of his own skinny torso, his hands absently palming at the torn t-shirt that should be soaking itself through with blood, but that... isn't.
He falters, stunned, confused, staring at the line of a freshly-healed scar over his heart through the hole in the fabric. )
I'm supposed to be, but I think I'm- not?
( A somewhat bewildered look is levelled over at Wolfwood as though he ought to know what's going on, just because he happens to be in proximity. It'll occur to him in a second that they're complete strangers, it'll occur to him in a second that his hair is plastered with water dripping down his cheeks, and that he's on his back on the floor of a cavern, and everything else that ought to be immediately obvious, but just for this first moment, he's- stuck. )