[ Oh my god, is this really--?? Catman Dawes is Jack?
The moment realization dawns on Rhys is like watching a train wreck in slow motion. There's incredulousness, disbelief, wry amusement, "waaait....", "oh no", and holy shit all in that order, working their way across his face as the colour both drains and flushes to his face and wow can you be turned off and embarrassed as all hell that your old-man bar-crush saw you be an idiot all at once? Is that a thing? Rhys thinks it's a thing. ]
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The moment realization dawns on Rhys is like watching a train wreck in slow motion. There's incredulousness, disbelief, wry amusement, "waaait....", "oh no", and holy shit all in that order, working their way across his face as the colour both drains and flushes to his face and wow can you be turned off and embarrassed as all hell that your old-man bar-crush saw you be an idiot all at once? Is that a thing? Rhys thinks it's a thing. ]
You're Catman Dawes?!