flora
"No, Mateo, you can't use the backrooms as a hookup pla-" Hauling open the doors with a look of disappointment and superiority that was curated just for her brother, the Doubletake does just that as she realizes the dark-haired figure slumped against her door isn't her brother. "Jack?" Having already put out the lantern it's hard to see—dark enough that she doesn't see the blood at all—but the familiar silhouette of the captain's nose and lips is one that's haunted more than a few of Flora's nights over the years she's known him now, and it's one she recognizes right away.
"Come in." Had it been anyone else, she'd have told them to get lost, but this was Jack. Jack who wouldn't be dropping by this time of night without some sort of purpose, and it was the realization of that which made Flora feel problematically needed by the older man. To put it another way, he was one square away from striking an instant BINGO! on the Doubletake's Daddy-issues bingo card.
"Want a drink?"
"Come in." Had it been anyone else, she'd have told them to get lost, but this was Jack. Jack who wouldn't be dropping by this time of night without some sort of purpose, and it was the realization of that which made Flora feel problematically needed by the older man. To put it another way, he was one square away from striking an instant BINGO! on the Doubletake's Daddy-issues bingo card.
"Want a drink?"
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
