[ He figures the kid's been through some shit, and that some of said shit involved going through situations like this all the time- so he's expecting either a favorable answer or something absolutely shitty and childish.
Like that.
Even if he likes to get Jack's goat every now and then through subtle ways, he isn't willing to let Jesse's behavior slide. Only fellow members can mess with other members. You mess with one, you mess with all of us– you're challenging the name, the authority, and if even one perpetrator gets away with it scott-free? Who's to say their image won't falter little by little? That's usually a very military mindset, but it's really not that different if you think about it.
He takes a step forward, shoulders hunched as if he's preparing to smash through the prison with it and glares darkly at the smug-ass cowboy wannabe. Kid's got cajones, that's for sure, but there's no point in showing any sort of admiration for his spunk right now. There's the reality of Jesse's situation, and he has to make sure he knows that so he won't take their offer so lightly. Unlike Jack's line of thinking, Gabe thinks this is much better than being in some ragtag group of misfits, or going to jail, or being released into the world on his own to stir up even more trouble now that he has no direction. Unfair? This is as fair as it gets. ]
You think this is a fucking joke, punk? Making smart-ass remarks like that won't get you far around here, so I'll say this once: You can be tried as an adult, and thrown in jail to rot for who knows how long. Maybe even the rest of your pathetic life.
[ Then he shifts his weight onto one side a little, unfolding one of his arms from his chest and jabbing a thumb towards himself. ]
Or you can bring that sharpshooting to Overwatch and blow off some real steam.
[ Maybe that's not 100% true.... you still gotta work... but hey, gotta make it sound more appealing somehow, right? ]
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Like that.
Even if he likes to get Jack's goat every now and then through subtle ways, he isn't willing to let Jesse's behavior slide. Only fellow members can mess with other members. You mess with one, you mess with all of us– you're challenging the name, the authority, and if even one perpetrator gets away with it scott-free? Who's to say their image won't falter little by little? That's usually a very military mindset, but it's really not that different if you think about it.
He takes a step forward, shoulders hunched as if he's preparing to smash through the prison with it and glares darkly at the smug-ass cowboy wannabe. Kid's got cajones, that's for sure, but there's no point in showing any sort of admiration for his spunk right now. There's the reality of Jesse's situation, and he has to make sure he knows that so he won't take their offer so lightly. Unlike Jack's line of thinking, Gabe thinks this is much better than being in some ragtag group of misfits, or going to jail, or being released into the world on his own to stir up even more trouble now that he has no direction. Unfair? This is as fair as it gets. ]
You think this is a fucking joke, punk? Making smart-ass remarks like that won't get you far around here, so I'll say this once: You can be tried as an adult, and thrown in jail to rot for who knows how long. Maybe even the rest of your pathetic life.
[ Then he shifts his weight onto one side a little, unfolding one of his arms from his chest and jabbing a thumb towards himself. ]
Or you can bring that sharpshooting to Overwatch and blow off some real steam.
[ Maybe that's not 100% true.... you still gotta work... but hey, gotta make it sound more appealing somehow, right? ]