BUH KET

i lost it after attempt 510.

And its Jack who is able to break through Michael’s guard dog front. The first to get him to drop it, to get him to feel comfortable to let his guard drop. To let him speak back however he wants without fear of punishment. To let him learn that he doesn’t need to always be the silent soldier the crews he’s grown up in has forced him to be.

And its Jack who helps Michael with the anger that comes with that deeply infused soldier mentality. Because once he slowly learns to be himself again, once he slowly learns to be a normal human again, there is just this unrelenting fury to replace it. It’s terrifying, the anger that fills him. Anger for every person who mistreated him, for everything thats been done to him. But Jack is there to help him through it all. She’ll silent direct him to the gym to work it off, drive him to the shooting range to scream and shout as he shoots, hand him explosives as they stand outside some old buildings set for teardown, letting him see the destruction he needs, feel the earth rumble beneath his feet, see the fire consume the world around him.

Its Jack who listens to his rants, lets him ramble and rave, just sits silently besides him. She never speaks until he’s done, never tells him to stop, never tells him to shut up, even when the rants can last during the entire night. She never judges and more importantly never gives him pity. Understanding yes, sorrow at whats been taken from him, whats been done to him, but never pity. And when he’s done, when the shouts bleeds to whimpers bleeds to sobs, she’ll gently wrap her arms around her, hold him tightly. She’ll gently remind him thats its all over now, that his future is better with whatever he wants to do with it. She won’t comment on the tears other than handing him some tissues, she’ll give him the space he needs to piece himself back together. And she does it all expecting nothing in return. 

This was really sweet and adorable

If all we had of wolves were their bones we would never guess that they howl.

If all we had of elephants were fossils with no living related species, we might infer some kind of proboscis but we'd never come up with those ears.

If all we had of chickens were bones, we wouldn't know about their combs and wattles, or that roosters crow.

We wouldn't know that lions have manes, or that zebras have stripes, or that peacocks have trains, that howler monkeys yell, that cats purr, that deer shed the velvet from their antlers, that caterpillars become butterflies, that spiders make webs, that chickadees say their name, that Canada geese are assholes, that orangutans are ginger, that dolphins echolocate, or that squid even existed.