[ This is at least a Jack's that's more considerate, because when Rhys steps back, Jack is quick to stop and drop his hand. That makes it pretty clear that Rhys isn't interested in shaking hands, so Jack doesn't have any problem withdrawing the offer. It was more a courtesy than anything, after all. His hands settle on his hips in a way that's familiar, and the half-incredulous laugh is also one that Rhys has definitely heard before. ]

Look, buddy, I don't know wh— [ Jack starts to interrupt to confront this more directly. Clearly, this guy has some kind of problem with him. Rhys has some problem with him, and once he has his name, Jack is pretty damn sure he doesn't know of anyone with that name he's pissed off. It's unusual enough that he's pretty sure he would have remembered it.

He's still all smiles for a moment, but when Rhys continues, it's gone almost immediately in surprise. Jack's expression twists up in disbelief, and he just watches as Rhys goes. He shakes his head and scoffs, but turns to return to the cabinets. Though even though it's definitely well out of Rhys's earshot now, Jack still has to comment to himself on this. ]

Pfft. Super thrilled to be stuck with more dickhole weirdos. Because I don't have enough of those in my life. Whatever.

[ But, more importantly. Back to breakfast. ]