Had Jimmy been angry at him lately? Curly hated when Jimmy avoided himβthey were friends! They didnβt need to fight, right?
Good thing they both met up in the cockpit early this morning.
βHeyβ¦β Curly stepped closer, his voice softening. βYou okay? I know Iβve been caught up with all this ship nonsense lately, but you know itβs just work, right? Only work. Iβm here now.β He reached out, placing a comforting hand on Jimmyβs arm. βWhateverβs got you worked up lately, weβll sort it out. You and me, like always.β
//time to mansplain manipulate manwhore our way into this one!!
Snarling teeth meet gentle palms . Like a dog biting the owner which feeds it .
It had been building up for almost a week now . Jimmy ignoring Curly, his festering rage, his freak outs, his senseless panic everytime he was alone .
Jimmy slapped Curly's hand away with a growl, shoving his face into the other man's with a snort, " You're here now ? What does that matter, Curly ? I'm sick of you finding any reason to leave, and the others are always trying to find the next reason to drag you away ! It feels like you're all planning this shit behind me or something, " he snaps out with a nasty sneer, turning away as his arms cross quickly . Nails dug into his arms through his sleeves, teeth grinding into his upper lip as he rolled his head back, " I know Swansea fuckin' hates me, Anya has no care in the world about me, and Daisuke listens to everything those two say, " his voice dropped from a moderate shout to a dangerous grumble, eyes shifting back and forth nervously as he examined the many, many lights of the room .
It reminded him of eyes .
He whipped back around, reaching for Curly before stopping abruptly to throw his hands down to his sides, fingers curled aggressively, " If we're a team, and you want to work together, it has to be together . Stop putting me aside for them, I'm your co-pilot for fuck's sake ! "