Jack/Matt Jackson, "Did you find what you were looking for?"
(i don't ship this so it's sort of just... this lol)
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Jack asks, and oh, he's sparking—all rage and fire and months of long-simmering resentment that's slowly boiled over the lip of the pan, oil so scalding it's burning anyone in the area to get hit with the cracks and pops. "When you used me just like everybody else did?"
"That's not what this was, and don't make this into something it's—"
But Jack gets up in Matthew's face, close enough that all that rage is reflected in his eyes, and Matthew know he's lost this; he's lost, because they pushed too far, and they splintered the only leash they had on the most unpredictable and unflinching person they've ever had operating within their stable. "Don't you fucking lie to me, Matt; everyone fucking lies to me, and I've fucking had it—this thing you're doing, that you think is so funny, well, it's over, and if you ever try to control me again, I will light the fucking match beneath your chair."
When he walks away, Matthew thinks he really means it, too.
