WIP Wednesday
fresh words, hot off the presses...
“Was I yellin’ much?” Jack asks quietly.
Mac nods. “Who’s Kovacs?”
Hearing the name aloud sends a chill down his spine. It feels like speaking the devil’s name. “Nobody important,” he lies. “Just an old op. Before your time.” He doesn’t want to talk about that mission ever. All these years later, it’s still a collection of the worst stuff he’s ever done. And yeah, maybe Kovacs himself would’ve done worse, and to more people. But some things aren’t right no matter why you did them. “Go back to sleep, hoss.”
“You go back to sleep. I’m going to sit up awhile,” Mac says, because he’s exactly that sort of obstinate. “Keep an eye on things for a bit.”
Keep an eye on Jack. “You don’t need to do that. Just tell me what time it is.”
Mac glances down at his wrist, twisting it to catch the faint light of the stars. “Five am.”
Dawn won’t start for another couple hours and it’s not time for another one of the anti-anxiety things the Phoenix doctors gave him, but he can take pain medication and the way his ribs are hurting, he’s not going to be able to get up in the morning if he doesn’t
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@pigeonstab I finally got some motivation in me so it's time to extend Cross's misery lol
Also I had a bonus thought while drawing this:
Nobody understands what he's going through
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