our conversations ain't long but you know what is (fearisgone) wrote in immune_ic,
"Why not?" Jax said to Zach's question. "I don't care what people call me long as they call me." He shrugged and smiled. Of course, to Jax, any attention was good attention. When asked if he'd had a good reason for ignoring his brother, he shrugged again and said, "Sometimes he's annoying. I guess it's a younger sib thing, right? He'd go on and on about stuff and then I'd act like he wasn't there. He hated that." There were times when siblings treated each other horribly; anyone who'd ever had one knew that. Deep down, they still loved each other.
Jax shifted his weight and leaned against the shelf, this time taking care not to phase through it. "Yeah, you got a point. Freaking out in quarantine wasn't my idea of a good time, either." Not that anyone had known he was freaking out. Hiding his fears and insecurities beneath humor was vintage Jax.
He had to snicker when Zach asked about what Nick had told him. "Yeah, she did. If anyone's gonna kick my ass, I want it to be her." He had the urge to ask if it was normal to think a girl roughing him up would be hot, but he didn't want to get too personal. "With my luck, I'd see something gross if I tried to go spying on people, anyway." He abandoned his attempt to pout when Zach called him on it; he'd never been great at that anyway. Maybe it was just that by nature, his disposition was fairly sunny. "Sure," he said when asked to share his hobbies. "My hobbies are singing, even though I suck at it, walking through walls, making people laugh, and making out with my girl whenever I get the chance." Sounded like plenty of things to do, to him.