"Sounds frustrating." Jack can imagine, but he can't empathize. Not really. He was lucky to survive the war in one piece. More than lucky, considering his super-human healing abilities. He took fatal shots on the regular, and all he has to show for his defiance of death are a handful of scars.
It's been a long time since anyone's rejected a handshake from Jack Morrison. He almost doesn't know what to do with his hand after, allowing it to fall awkwardly back to his side.
Jack doesn't know what he's done to earn Genji's mistrust. For split second, he's annoyed at the ninja. Frustrated. He closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath through his nose, and remembers which one of them suffered a recent, traumatic incident at the hands of their own brother.
Genji's suspicion a direct result of Jack's failure to earn his trust. Jack hasn't reached out before now. Left Genji's care to Angela, and his duties to Gabe. He could use one of a thousand excuses, but the truth is... it never occurred to him.
Jack's been too busy. Too distracted. Too tired. Too fucking apathetic, at the end of the day, when it feels like the work's taken everything but the air in his lungs.
"You don't reflect poorly on me. That was a joke. A bad one." He follows after Genji, determined not to let him slip away. He's not falling through the cracks this time, or the next. That much, Jack can control. Herding him towards the infirmary like a particularly persistent blonde sheepdog.
"I've read the mission reports. You're performing as well as can be expected. Better, even. Reyes thinks you're a great addition to Blackwatch, and that's saying something. He's not an easy man to impress, and neither am I. We can and will do whatever it takes to keep you on the team. Your health, comfort, and safety are the bare minimum."
"It is. It feels like.." He trails off, rotating his metal arm around and rubbing at his shoulder. "If you stay in one place too long and your foot falls asleep, when the blood flows back it feels as though your veins are full of ground glass. It is similar, but constant. The sensors in the armor do not feel .. right. Or the way I expect it to, perhaps this is the way it's supposed to work." He rubs his metal palm with his thumb. He doesn't want to sound ungrateful, especially since he'd have been dead otherwise. The fact that he's not only alive but walking and able to interact with things is genuinely a scientific miracle.
But he can't help but be bitter he had to become this science experiment to begin with.
"I am? He does?" Genji blinks and looks over at Jack's face, wondering if he's making that up to try and be nice. Though it doesn't seem like the Commander would make up much of anything. There's probably an edict somewhere that would get him court marshaled if he lied to one of his recruits, even about something so minor.
"Thank you."
Like a man condemned to death he approaches Angela to confess his failures, met with her chiding him and being more than a little exasperated he'd waited this long to get aid.
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It's been a long time since anyone's rejected a handshake from Jack Morrison. He almost doesn't know what to do with his hand after, allowing it to fall awkwardly back to his side.
Jack doesn't know what he's done to earn Genji's mistrust. For split second, he's annoyed at the ninja. Frustrated. He closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath through his nose, and remembers which one of them suffered a recent, traumatic incident at the hands of their own brother.
Genji's suspicion a direct result of Jack's failure to earn his trust. Jack hasn't reached out before now. Left Genji's care to Angela, and his duties to Gabe. He could use one of a thousand excuses, but the truth is... it never occurred to him.
Jack's been too busy. Too distracted. Too tired. Too fucking apathetic, at the end of the day, when it feels like the work's taken everything but the air in his lungs.
"You don't reflect poorly on me. That was a joke. A bad one." He follows after Genji, determined not to let him slip away. He's not falling through the cracks this time, or the next. That much, Jack can control. Herding him towards the infirmary like a particularly persistent blonde sheepdog.
"I've read the mission reports. You're performing as well as can be expected. Better, even. Reyes thinks you're a great addition to Blackwatch, and that's saying something. He's not an easy man to impress, and neither am I. We can and will do whatever it takes to keep you on the team. Your health, comfort, and safety are the bare minimum."
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But he can't help but be bitter he had to become this science experiment to begin with.
"I am? He does?" Genji blinks and looks over at Jack's face, wondering if he's making that up to try and be nice. Though it doesn't seem like the Commander would make up much of anything. There's probably an edict somewhere that would get him court marshaled if he lied to one of his recruits, even about something so minor.
"Thank you."
Like a man condemned to death he approaches Angela to confess his failures, met with her chiding him and being more than a little exasperated he'd waited this long to get aid.
How he suffers.