[ Jack stays where he's standing with his arms crossed, not quite closed off, but a little defensive in the huffy way he can get. For all his bravado and grandstanding in a more public eye, when it's one on one, it's much clearer that his ego is a little more delicate than he likes. It's very likely why Hawke teases him so much, and he knows that, but at least because it's teasing, he never goes beyond this sort of sulking disapproval or maybe a sharp comment. Because it's nice, he has to admit. He doesn't trust people easily, and he doesn't even trust Hawke completely, but she's the closest thing to a friend he's got lately.
That's also part of the problem, naturally. Because the problem with Jack is that his surprising sensitivity isn't just to jabs and jokes, but across the board. The way that he interacts with Hawke is nice, a relief from the usual, even, and so he likes her. Enough that what she's doing is a definite, absolute bad idea. Jack immediately seizes up more defensively when Hawke reaches forward to grab his face, but he doesn't try and pull away. More than anything, he looks shocked, and he starts with an eloquent: ]
Uh—
[ And with that one syllable, he's reminded all at once of just how out of practice with flirting he is. This is his chance to say something smooth and suave, but it feels like his brain briefly shorts out with that pass of her thumb over his cheek, and he instead feels heat rise underneath the cover of his mask. He's supremely grateful for it, and even more so, that it isn't quite so much to reach to his ears, but still. Whatever flirtation or suaveness he could have given is lost in the face of what's easy for him. He reaches up to the latch on his chin once she pulls away as if he's protecting it from her, but that's truly just more a lack of knowing what else to do. ]
Oh, screw you! It's not scarecrow, and it's not supposed to match! It's- It's an aesthetic? Marketing? Branding? All that kinda crap.
hawke why
That's also part of the problem, naturally. Because the problem with Jack is that his surprising sensitivity isn't just to jabs and jokes, but across the board. The way that he interacts with Hawke is nice, a relief from the usual, even, and so he likes her. Enough that what she's doing is a definite, absolute bad idea. Jack immediately seizes up more defensively when Hawke reaches forward to grab his face, but he doesn't try and pull away. More than anything, he looks shocked, and he starts with an eloquent: ]
Uh—
[ And with that one syllable, he's reminded all at once of just how out of practice with flirting he is. This is his chance to say something smooth and suave, but it feels like his brain briefly shorts out with that pass of her thumb over his cheek, and he instead feels heat rise underneath the cover of his mask. He's supremely grateful for it, and even more so, that it isn't quite so much to reach to his ears, but still. Whatever flirtation or suaveness he could have given is lost in the face of what's easy for him. He reaches up to the latch on his chin once she pulls away as if he's protecting it from her, but that's truly just more a lack of knowing what else to do. ]
Oh, screw you! It's not scarecrow, and it's not supposed to match! It's- It's an aesthetic? Marketing? Branding? All that kinda crap.