[ There are several possible and perfectly reasonable responses floating around in Sebastian's mind. 'I was watching her, like you asked', 'she was asking for it', 'at least you understand that I haven't been bluffing about my shot now', 'you might have done the same if you weren't the Irish offshoot of such a bitter old sausage'.
But he doesn't reach for any of them. Finally, he's beginning to realize that he's grossly underestimated Jim. He's seen hints of it before, but never enough to change his thinking entirely, but now it's really seeping in. Deep under the Irish accent and bizarrely flamboyant personality, he is the Professor. And he has that same ability to drain all the warmth from the room with one threat. Now Moran knows how it has to be. It's back to editing his behavior purely for the sake of continuing to have a use--and to continue breathing. Fun, fun, fun.
He holds his tongue. No shot at redemption, then, but Jim returns the gun anyway and...seemingly offers one unspoken last chance? Moran quickly inspects the gun when it's all but shoved into his hands, and he's almost surprised to find it unharmed, still loaded with the remaining ammunition from his round on the shooting range. He fully expected some harm to have come to it while he was in the brig. ]
Thank you.
[ He hardly means it. He just wants this conversation to end so he can high tail it out of the room. ]
Anything more?
[ God, don't let there be anything more. He already feels like a child being lectured like this. ]
no subject
But he doesn't reach for any of them. Finally, he's beginning to realize that he's grossly underestimated Jim. He's seen hints of it before, but never enough to change his thinking entirely, but now it's really seeping in. Deep under the Irish accent and bizarrely flamboyant personality, he is the Professor. And he has that same ability to drain all the warmth from the room with one threat. Now Moran knows how it has to be. It's back to editing his behavior purely for the sake of continuing to have a use--and to continue breathing. Fun, fun, fun.
He holds his tongue. No shot at redemption, then, but Jim returns the gun anyway and...seemingly offers one unspoken last chance? Moran quickly inspects the gun when it's all but shoved into his hands, and he's almost surprised to find it unharmed, still loaded with the remaining ammunition from his round on the shooting range. He fully expected some harm to have come to it while he was in the brig. ]
Thank you.
[ He hardly means it. He just wants this conversation to end so he can high tail it out of the room. ]
Anything more?
[ God, don't let there be anything more. He already feels like a child being lectured like this. ]