❝ i don’t want to do this anymore. ❞ / from timmy? :3c
Jack’s eyes widen, wild emotions flickering across the mismatched irises. Incredulous, angry, hurt.
“...Whaddaya mean, Timmy?” Jack drawls - almost conversationally, but there’s a dangerous edge to his voice. Something sharp and poisonous, prickling with betrayal. “Don’t I give you everything you need, here?”
He advances on his double, gripping him tight by the chin and lifting his head to lock eyes with him. His gaze is intense, staring straight through him. “Don’t I take care of you, Timmy? Protect you, keep you, care for you? Pay you more than any shmuck on Pandora could ever scrape together?”
Fingers grip tighter on Tim’s artificial face, and Jack pauses a moment to admire his freckles. His trembling jaw. Those pretty eyes, all wide and bright.
No, he could never let those precious puppy eyes out of his sight. Timmy was too pretty, too good at what he did, too dear to him. Sweet brave Timmy, who hunted a vault and let Jack take all the credit, who took everything Jack gave without complaint. Tim, who he’d had longer than almost anyone, who’d seen him before he was ruined. Jack loved him, though he’d never told him to his face.
He couldn’t allow anyone else to have Tim - not even Tim himself.
His voice darkens and he crowds him in like he’s liable to swallow him whole.
“..You’re my special boy, Timmy. Don’t you know that?” He strokes his jaw, tender and slow. “I can’t just let you go running off. You belong to me.”