by jack zimmermann || a zimbits fic || 3.3k
“Come in.” Bitty thanks the lord for the legitimate reprieve from the essay he’s been painfully forcing himself through all afternoon.
Jack enters, looking happier than normal. Bitty sees why immediately, and the smile that came onto his face when he saw Jack slips right back into a frown. Jack’s holding another memory card.
“I’m got some new footage,” Jack says in confirmation of Bitty’s fears.
“Jack, you’ve got to stop giving me new material.”
Jack’s smile drops at Bitty’s harsh tone, and his eyebrows draw together in a way that would be adorable if not for the circumstance and the fact Bitty is the one to make them that way. “Why?”
“Coz, honey, it’s not gonna help.” Bitty’s too exhausted to bother being embarrassed that the endearment slipped out.
Jack opens his mouth lamely. He looks down at the memory card in his hand then back to Bitty with sad eyes.
“Sit down.” Bitty gestures to his bed, thankful that he made it earlier while procrastinating. He rubs his sore eyes as Jack perches on the bed, then sighs out.
“Your assessment is to create a two-minute video based on love, yes?”
Jack nods. Bitty rubs at his eyes again, thinking of how to be honest without being hurtful.
“You’re an amazing photographer, and it comes across.” Jack picks his head up, looking hopefully at Bitty. It breaks his heart to have to continue. “But there’s no story here. There’s no love. I mean, unless your story is that you really love your camera. I can’t… I’m sorry, I can’t help you make anything out of this.”
Bitty tries to make his voice gentle. Jack turns his head away from Bitty anyway, but not quick enough that Bitty can’t see the hurt.
Bitty’s happily been helping Jack with his AV assessment after Jack asked. He gets to spend time with Jack doing something that Jack loves. But now he owes it as a friend to tell Jack the truth, even if it makes them both sad.
“Sorry, Bits,” Jack mumbles, still not looking at him.
“It’s alright.” Bitty already feels a little guilty for springing it on Jack with no warning. He crosses his arms, then realises that may come across as defensive if Jack ever looks back at him, so rests them back on his knees. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, I just want you to do well.”
Jack gives a brisk nod, but still avoids looking back at Bitty.
Bitty’s not sure what else he can do for Jack, so he simply waits.
Jack clears his throat after a moment and stands up. He looks at the memory card before putting it into a pocket.
“Thanks anyway. Sorry for interrupting your essay.”
“It’s alright,” Bitty repeats, but Jack’s already out the door.
Bitty slumps into his seat and stares at his closed door. He really didn’t mean to hurt Jack, but he didn’t think what he said would be that much of a shock either. Jack’s not ignorant to emotion, no-matter what the news articles sometimes say about him.
He swings his chair back round to stare at his essay, starting up on it again as a distraction.