JACK
They eat and drink with the sort of casual comfort that can only be bred in friendships that have been tried and tested over years. Soon enough Jack hands the fork back for good, letting Zeph finish up - he’s far too tired to stuff his face more without risking hurling it all back overboard. Besides, the other man has news, and the slow response he gives is a prelude to all manner of bullshit. Jack already looks suspicious, and it’s for damn good reason.
”What.” His voice is flat, the bottle thumping down on the barrel. ”You’re seein’ someone?” Jack gets up from his seat, as if everything else is dandy compared to the bombshell Zeph’s just dropped. ”The fuck am I s’posed to do with that information? It’s unacceptable, sorry. I didn’t approve this. No wonder you look so smug.”
”What.” His voice is flat, the bottle thumping down on the barrel. ”You’re seein’ someone?” Jack gets up from his seat, as if everything else is dandy compared to the bombshell Zeph’s just dropped. ”The fuck am I s’posed to do with that information? It’s unacceptable, sorry. I didn’t approve this. No wonder you look so smug.”
