"Fuck you, Suzy." Jack growled as she pushed him and tried to talk to him about the fact that he shouldn't be using her to make any points. "You needed a goddamned wakeup call, and you clearly weren't listening to me when I told you pretty loud and clear that my name is Jack, so I had to do something that would get into that 10 inch steel plating you call a skull. If I was using you to make a point to someone else, you have a right to bitch. But if you're too stupid to get what I'm telling you and I have to show you what I mean... then you damned well better expect the same treatment again and again, Suze. That's just how I fucking roll..." Jack growled at her fiercely.
"And you aren't wanting to just be bent over and take what I have to give? Really? Are you sure about that? You say that you are, and yet at your place you seemed almost eager for something more... Oh wait, I guess that's just me reading what I want to into your actions instead of actually listening to you. How fucking FUNNY is that..." Jack's voice dripped with sarcasm at that last sentence. "I showed you some goddamned kindness, I didn't fucking give you a goddamned kidney or something like that, squirrel girl. It doesn't make me a saint, and it doesn't make me into whoever the fuck it is you think Gabriel is instead of who I actually am. That name was given to an entirely different person whose parents didn't know who the fuck he even was..."
Jack's dark eyes narrowed a bit as he felt himself getting dangerously close to getting into a villian-esque narrative about his poor childhood and how the world should feel bad for him. How goddamned fucking cliche would that be. Jack growled a little darker as she had the nerve to push against his chest again, hard muscles evident there to let her know that if she had caught him in the wrong mood that this whole thing could have gone a different way. Then again, she was steadily making his mood turn from sour to all out spoiled, and it shown on his face as she tried to lecture him about what exactly he had done, and what exactly that meant in the grand scheme of things.
"Alright, since you can't get it in your head, I'm going to iterate through it one more time for you, Suzy. I'm not a goddamned saint. Nor am I some fucking hero in disguise who's just waiting for his Lois Lane to show up so that he can put on some pretty blue tights and go jumping over buildings to save her. My name is Jack Fucking Daniels, I am, in fact considered by most people to be a Grade A asshole. And honestly, I don't give a shit. You have it in your head that I'm some sort of repressed reflection of yourself... and honestly, I wouldn't really give a shit about that either Suzy, except that you seem to keep harassing me about how I'm not living up to your expectations of me without realizing... I don't fucking care."
"You're right, I didn't fucking destroy your life. Which I guess means that I'm not the world's biggest douchebag like whoever did that to you, but y'know what? That doesn't make me some other person entirely either. That just means that low and behold, I actually don't kick puppies for fun. And you know what... the majority of people actually happen to like me instead of thinking I'm..."