JACK
"Mm, that's probably a good shout," Jack confirms with an appreciative nod, watching over the top of Flora's head as Tall Man skedaddles off into the streets of Torchline, leaving the Doubletake alone with him all over again, despite the show she'd put on, the free shots she'd handed out, the way she'd picked and chosen from the (low, low bar, granted) patrons of the Hanged Man. The captain lets her whirl away from him, head tilting as if to admire the peculiar shade of green-blue her eyes turn when she's furious.
"That'd be a waste of good rum," he points out gently in response to her consideration. "But if a slap would make you feel better, I'll stand here and take it." Just this once, anyway. As for what the fuck that was, Jack huffs out a short breath through his nose and resists the urge to reach out and shake her, like that might rearrange her thoughts into something that made more sense.
"You're better than that," he says, as if she might not have realised it, gesturing at the departing silhouette of Tall Man in the background. "Better than all this, whatever's happened to put you here."
"That'd be a waste of good rum," he points out gently in response to her consideration. "But if a slap would make you feel better, I'll stand here and take it." Just this once, anyway. As for what the fuck that was, Jack huffs out a short breath through his nose and resists the urge to reach out and shake her, like that might rearrange her thoughts into something that made more sense.
"You're better than that," he says, as if she might not have realised it, gesturing at the departing silhouette of Tall Man in the background. "Better than all this, whatever's happened to put you here."
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
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