"I wasn't planning on it," Rhys mutters, making a face. Was that comment supposed to indicate anything? Did he know about the fact he'd left Vaughn on read not too long ago? Not that he was a code monkey, but he was more tech-literate sometimes...
The joke at least distracts him and allows him to manage a wry smile at Jack's antics. "Only you could pull something like that off, I'm sure." Rhys especially isn't good for covering his ass. So... this is probably for the best. He closes his eyes as the hologram flickers out of sight, returning to that space somewhere in the back of his mind, between consciousness and peaceful dreaming. Or something. He has no idea what this place is, really, but it glows faint blue every time he takes a step, lighting his way towards Jack.
Oh, Jack is aware of a lot more than Rhys probably thinks he is. He makes a great effort, after all, to pretend that he's just relaxing and minding his own business while Rhys is using the body. The code-monkey thing is a reference to himself, of course, but perhaps the massive propaganda campaign to bury his humble past had worked too well on his favorite little Hyperion stooge to make the joke work. Ah well.
He waits at the end of the nothingness, genuinely pleased to watch Rhys make his way towards him as if he truly is the center of their universe. Which as far as he is concerned, he most certainly is.
"There he is~ That's my special boy," he says, arms held out in welcome. Rhys is wearing the getup with the robe and slippers now and Jack has returned to his normal business outfit. His words are accompanied by a hint of dopamine - something he had discovered he could manipulate inside their shared head - with the promise of more as soon as Rhys made contact.
Well, of course Rhys isn't aware. Why would someone like Jack care about the mundane details of Rhys' life? They're business partners, that's all. Jack is only focused on Hyperion...
But it's nice, when he's in here, to pretend a little that Jack cares about him. At least about making sure he gets some rest. He feels warm and comfortable in the soft robe, and as empty as this space is... it makes him happy, being in here. He approaches Jack a little more quickly, though when he gets there, he probably isn't expecting much. Jack's not... gonna hug him, right?
It's totally endearing how Rhys speeds up, despite the obvious question in his eyes. Is Jack actually going to hug him? The AI lets him wonder for a second before laughing and clapping him hard on the shoulder instead.
"Welcome back to the casbah, pumpkin. You just rest your little head and I'll work some Handsome Jack magic on these numbers, alright?"
The happy juice is flowing now, welcoming Rhys into it's chemically euphoric embrace.
Oh. Right, no hug. That would be pretty weird, right? What was he even thinking? And why does he feel weirdly disappointed...?
Luckily, the chemicals don't give him much of a chance to feel awkward, and he finds the weight on his shoulders easing immediately. He feels sleepy and comfortable, giving Jack a sort of goofy, drugged smile.
"Right... I could use a nap. You'll, um, let me know when the meeting is all done?" He doesn't want to rely on Jack too much to fix things, after all.
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Date: 2022-12-21 07:16 pm (UTC)The joke at least distracts him and allows him to manage a wry smile at Jack's antics. "Only you could pull something like that off, I'm sure." Rhys especially isn't good for covering his ass. So... this is probably for the best. He closes his eyes as the hologram flickers out of sight, returning to that space somewhere in the back of his mind, between consciousness and peaceful dreaming. Or something. He has no idea what this place is, really, but it glows faint blue every time he takes a step, lighting his way towards Jack.
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Date: 2022-12-23 09:43 pm (UTC)He waits at the end of the nothingness, genuinely pleased to watch Rhys make his way towards him as if he truly is the center of their universe. Which as far as he is concerned, he most certainly is.
"There he is~ That's my special boy," he says, arms held out in welcome. Rhys is wearing the getup with the robe and slippers now and Jack has returned to his normal business outfit. His words are accompanied by a hint of dopamine - something he had discovered he could manipulate inside their shared head - with the promise of more as soon as Rhys made contact.
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Date: 2022-12-25 03:00 am (UTC)But it's nice, when he's in here, to pretend a little that Jack cares about him. At least about making sure he gets some rest. He feels warm and comfortable in the soft robe, and as empty as this space is... it makes him happy, being in here. He approaches Jack a little more quickly, though when he gets there, he probably isn't expecting much. Jack's not... gonna hug him, right?
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Date: 2023-01-19 10:30 pm (UTC)"Welcome back to the casbah, pumpkin. You just rest your little head and I'll work some Handsome Jack magic on these numbers, alright?"
The happy juice is flowing now, welcoming Rhys into it's chemically euphoric embrace.
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Date: 2023-01-25 04:36 pm (UTC)Luckily, the chemicals don't give him much of a chance to feel awkward, and he finds the weight on his shoulders easing immediately. He feels sleepy and comfortable, giving Jack a sort of goofy, drugged smile.
"Right... I could use a nap. You'll, um, let me know when the meeting is all done?" He doesn't want to rely on Jack too much to fix things, after all.