[ Jason allows it because he doesn't know anything else. A couple of months wreaking some kind of explosive havoc on some uncultivated islands aren't the bolt-cutters needed to get free from the shackles of life. All Jason knows is the bustle of California and being the trustfund little shit he's always been. Sure, he's gotten a taste for something else while he was on Rook, but he's scared of it. No matter how much he tried to embrace it. It's cool and all, but it's new and different and he just doesn't know how to fucking handle it.
Not like he can just phone up Citra and ask her what the fuck he's supposed to do. Certainly can't sit and have a conversation with fucking Vaas about it because he's just psychotic and Jason doesn't think he'd believe a word Vaas says. ...Even if he's never really lied to Jason at all.
Fuck why does this have to be so complicated?!
Jason blows out a breath at that 'we are each other' fucking bullshit. Fuck it. Fuck that. He doesn't want to hear it. So, he snatches his things, satisfied—in some weird way—to feel their familiar weight in his hands again. He doesn't rifle through his wallet ( there's nothing really in there anyway beyond some credit cards and probably some leftover baht ); he doesn't even flick through his phone ( even though there are dozens upon dozens of pics of his brothers and friends saved on there, probably even some of his mom ). He's not giving Vaas the satisfaction of seeing his reaction if everything really is there or if it isn't. Instead, he pockets them in his jeans and just stares at Vaas.
Wildly, his blood is pumping through his veins and he can just feel that urge to do something, anything, that would hurt this asshole. But he knows Vaas would encourage it... not to mention fight back, and Jason doesn't really feel like getting into a brawl right now, in spite of what his blood is telling him. He runs his tongue over his teeth. ]
Don't fucking do anything here.
[ Not that he thinks Vaas could or would because where is he going to sell people??? To who?? Fucking... aliens or whatever?? ]
I'll kill you again if I have to. Make sure it sticks this time.
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Not like he can just phone up Citra and ask her what the fuck he's supposed to do. Certainly can't sit and have a conversation with fucking Vaas about it because he's just psychotic and Jason doesn't think he'd believe a word Vaas says. ...Even if he's never really lied to Jason at all.
Fuck why does this have to be so complicated?!
Jason blows out a breath at that 'we are each other' fucking bullshit. Fuck it. Fuck that. He doesn't want to hear it. So, he snatches his things, satisfied—in some weird way—to feel their familiar weight in his hands again. He doesn't rifle through his wallet ( there's nothing really in there anyway beyond some credit cards and probably some leftover baht ); he doesn't even flick through his phone ( even though there are dozens upon dozens of pics of his brothers and friends saved on there, probably even some of his mom ). He's not giving Vaas the satisfaction of seeing his reaction if everything really is there or if it isn't. Instead, he pockets them in his jeans and just stares at Vaas.
Wildly, his blood is pumping through his veins and he can just feel that urge to do something, anything, that would hurt this asshole. But he knows Vaas would encourage it... not to mention fight back, and Jason doesn't really feel like getting into a brawl right now, in spite of what his blood is telling him. He runs his tongue over his teeth. ]
Don't fucking do anything here.
[ Not that he thinks Vaas could or would because where is he going to sell people??? To who?? Fucking... aliens or whatever?? ]
I'll kill you again if I have to. Make sure it sticks this time.