[ Jack responds petulantly when his hand gets smacked away, but he doesn't push on it, at least. He's just having angst about his beautiful face, leave him alone...
As Liz points, he follows the line of her finger to the floor with surprise, but he still takes a seat obediently all the same. He's not saying that this is usually in a way different context, but. Maybe. But he also mentally kicks himself for even beginning to go there. Don't make it weird, Jack. ]
Eh, I trust you, Liz. I mean, obviously, otherwise I'd be like "nah, it's cool, I'll just bleed everywhere and deal with the consequences." [ Even if it's lightly passive-aggressive, that first sentiment seems genuine. He looks to the needle, to her knees, then up to her. ]
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[ Jack responds petulantly when his hand gets smacked away, but he doesn't push on it, at least. He's just having angst about his beautiful face, leave him alone...
As Liz points, he follows the line of her finger to the floor with surprise, but he still takes a seat obediently all the same. He's not saying that this is usually in a way different context, but. Maybe. But he also mentally kicks himself for even beginning to go there. Don't make it weird, Jack. ]
Eh, I trust you, Liz. I mean, obviously, otherwise I'd be like "nah, it's cool, I'll just bleed everywhere and deal with the consequences." [ Even if it's lightly passive-aggressive, that first sentiment seems genuine. He looks to the needle, to her knees, then up to her. ]
What about your knees, by the way?