[se] disclosure

JACK

"Yeah, I'm fuckin' sure," Jack grates in response to Flora's assessment of is current condition. Physically, sure, he probably is going to be alright, but that's nothing in the face of the swarm of bees currently nesting in his mind. And even if he wasn't who he was and he didn't have the magic that he does, trying to parse through this new and unhappy near death experience isn't an easy thing by any stretch of the imagination.

Anything he wants to snap back at the Doubletake ends up dying on his tongue with the tantalising image of her in a nurse's outfit, and so as she wombles off to get her vines and branches and leaves and to sneak up behind him with a knife drawn, Jack concentrates hard on absolutely nothing at all.

What the fuck indeed, though. Given the nature of her thoughts, Jack doesn't have to look over his shoulder at her - and given the pain that lances through his neck with every movement, he doesn't bother, either. "You know exactly what," he mutters. "I'm a fuckin' mind reader, Flora. Now put the knife away and come sit the fuck down." His grip on his mental barriers are flimsy at best right now, and so it's on Flora to master her confusion as best she can.

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!