[ Of course he goes for the temple port. It's not over sensitive or painful to the touch like every Rhack fic would have you believe, but the fact that it's what looks like Jack doing it...triggers something. For a brief moment the hospital room is gone, the white walls replaced with a blue so deep it almost looks black. Red lights flash and blare overhead, some sort of...warning? Quarantine? And he gets the sense that he's just made a terrible mistake.
Jack's beside him, only he's blue, telling him Don't do it princess-- There's a woman there too, but it's all flashes until the blue Jack reaches out just like Tim does now and touches his port--and suddenly it's like every synapse in his brain is firing at once. ]
Ghhrhgh-- [ Both his eye and the port flicker with the blue light of activation for a brief moment, but there's none of the actual discomfort from the...memory? Hallucination? Whatever that was, but Rhys quickly bats Tim's hand away (albeit weakly). ]
Don't...do that, alright? I'm fine, I'm...
[ ...Looking at an entirely different read-out from the one he originally took of Jack, actually? It's weird. But glitches out after a moment, and shows him the original.
Rhys swallows. ]
Okay, s-so...you're real. [ That comes out more awkward and weak than he'd intended. ] Why...a-are you here, exactly? I'm--sick, you know? You could catch this.
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like every Rhack fic would have you believe, but the fact that it's what looks like Jack doing it...triggers something. For a brief moment the hospital room is gone, the white walls replaced with a blue so deep it almost looks black. Red lights flash and blare overhead, some sort of...warning? Quarantine? And he gets the sense that he's just made a terrible mistake.Jack's beside him, only he's blue, telling him Don't do it princess-- There's a woman there too, but it's all flashes until the blue Jack reaches out just like Tim does now and touches his port--and suddenly it's like every synapse in his brain is firing at once. ]
Ghhrhgh-- [ Both his eye and the port flicker with the blue light of activation for a brief moment, but there's none of the actual discomfort from the...memory? Hallucination? Whatever that was, but Rhys quickly bats Tim's hand away (albeit weakly). ]
Don't...do that, alright? I'm fine, I'm...
[ ...Looking at an entirely different read-out from the one he originally took of Jack, actually? It's weird. But glitches out after a moment, and shows him the original.
Rhys swallows. ]
Okay, s-so...you're real. [ That comes out more awkward and weak than he'd intended. ] Why...a-are you here, exactly? I'm--sick, you know? You could catch this.