There Really Ain't no Rest For The Wicked.

Admitting The Truth

"Yeah, it was. Theres a couple things I need to get off my chest, and theres also things we need to talk about." I say, blankly staring off into the distance. My focus was solely on his voice, his words at this moment. Jack stays silent, and I continue. "I was worried, you know. I feared the worst had happened when you wouldn't talk to me. And hearing that the reason you didn't have time to talk to me because of the vault key, made me feel pretty.... shitty, unimportant, or not worth your time." I admitted. Since Angel told me her perspective on why Jack's actually been avoiding me, I was curious. I wanted to see if Jack would fess up on his own, instead of me telling him that I knew.

Jack's POV:

"I gotta go!" She said aggressively, ending the call abruptly. The office fills with complete silence, leaving me to my own haunting thoughts. Did I say something to upset her? What just happened?

I look to my computer screen, as I replay the conversation in my mind, wondering if I should have said anything differently.

It was after I said why I haven't been keeping in touch with her that presumably made her upset. Maybe using the vault key as a cover up wasn't the greatest idea. I should've known better than to try and avoid the truth. That wasn't the answer she was looking for, and to be honest;

That wasn't the answer I wanted to give her.

The buzz on my ECHO gets my attention, as I advert my eyes from the monitor, over to the other device. I pick up the call without hesitation, out of habit on always wanting to be on top of clients calls, and departments in Hyperion. I am an all mighty CEO after all. I go to open my mouth to speak when she spoke through the phone. "Jack? Hey listen, I just wanted to apologize. I got upset and I didn't want to talk about it." I adjust my posture in the chair immediately, sitting up straight. "It's cool, whatever you need to do, but was this about something I said?" I asked. It felt important that I knew where this aggression is coming from. "Yeah, it was. Theres a couple things I need to get off my chest, and theres also things we need to talk about." I lean from my chair, placing my elbows on the desk, my hands rubbing my exhausted face. I really had to stop working so late into the day, it leaves me feeling drained.

I stay silent, letting her continue. "I was worried, you know. I feared the worst had happened when you wouldn't talk to me. And hearing that the reason you didn't have time to talk to me because of the vault key, made me feel pretty.... shitty, unimportant, or not worth your time." I furrow my eyebrows.

Really? Is this how she felt? Was I really avoiding my feelings so much to the point that I had to make pathetic excuses just to avoid having simple moments of happiness? Perhaps my selfishness has gone too far.

"I....didn't know I've made you worry, or feel this way ultimately." I said in short. I didn't know how to say what I wanted to say to her. Im not one for apologies.

Fuck it. Still doesn't mean I couldn't try.

"I'm sorry." I deadpan. When I am met with silence on the other end. I let out a defeated sigh.

Again. Try again.

"I'm sorry for being an asshole. I wasn't avoiding you because I didn't care. I was trying to not talk to you because I don't want to admit that I....that I care about someone, you know? Not exactly fitting of my role as a "all mighty and powerful man"." I lightly joke, gesturing air quotes, even though she can't see me.

I can tell she takes her time to respond. All I can do is sit there in uncomfortable silence. "Just because you have a role to keep, doesn't mean you should deprive yourself of basic human emotions, or blow me off, Jack. You're allowed to care about something other than your company." She retorts, letting out a huff at the end of her sentence. I snicker back. "Who says that I only care about Hyperion? I totally care about other things." I remarked. "Oh? And what would these other things be?"
"Oh, you know,"