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 Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 2:03 am
Goddammit. He'd liked him. He'd been actually engaging in something like a normal, non-hostile conversation with someone other than Molly. He tested the theory, had to be sure: "You're... friends with Rep, right?" Best he could manage.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 2:07 am
"Yeah. He's my fiance," Jordan said. He shoulders tensed a little, the corners of his mouth tightening. Goddammit, was this what this was about? He was starting to like Taym; the guy was clearly intelligent and thoughtful, but if that was about to get in the way, he'd better know right off the bat.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 2:12 am
Twist the knife and twist it again, Jordan.
"Figured you'd have better taste," he said roughly, and that was definitely a dig at Rep but it was a broader dig too. Taym knew better than to just openly say what he was thinking, but that didn't mean he could keep it out of his voice. "None of my business," he added, but that was a coward's move, because his tone implied otherwise. He stopped tormenting the treat, shoving his hands into his pockets and glancing at the door.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 2:16 am
"Thanks, I think," Jordan said flatly, a twist of resigned disgust in his voice. "I was going to ask if you wanted to accompany me while I walked Killer, but I guess that's a no." He sighed. "I'd like to think you'll be professional enough to keep your personal opinions from affecting mission performance, should we be assigned to the same duty or mission." His tone was half a question.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 2:26 am
"I said it was none of my business," he snapped. Taym's ability to handle himself on missions was already in question, at least in his own mind. That was the last thing he'd wanted to hear. "Thanks for your assumptions about my professional conduct, though. Remember for later that I didn't offer up the same about you or him, even though he's--"
He stopped suddenly, jaw working, eyes distracted. And then, abruptly, setting his teeth and lifting his eyes ceiling-ward in intense disgust, listening to the voice that Jordan couldn't hear, clearly saying something Taym found unpleasant or unwanted. He hadn't mastered the whole "carrying on an internal conversation" angle yet, and a brief, sarcastic expression of "are we done here?" flickered across his face while he delivered the same to his weapon.
"Enjoy your walk. I'll see myself out," he said, hand already on the door.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 2:31 am
Jordan's eyebrow angled sardonically. "If you're going to suddenly and illogically decide you dislike me based on something that doesn't affect you at all, I feel that checking whether that's going to affect anything else is a pretty important step."
He moved towards the same door. "I'm headed out myself, as you might guess," he said, and gave Taym a smile that had little of the earlier friendliness in it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 2:37 am
The flat stray-dog stare was back. He leveled it on Jordan, and then, with exaggerated care, held the door for him. He didn't need to sneer. His body language did it for him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 2:42 am
Jordan squashed the impulse to pass by a little too close. If he was ever going to have to work with the guy, or if he was ever going to have any kind of hope of getting him to talk again, antagonizing him would be the wrong move. He kept his quiet, disappointed sigh to himself until he was halfway down the hall.
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