JACK
"Mm, don't get used to 'em, or they'll lose their charm," Jack drawls back to her, casting a sidelong glance as her thoughts grow thorny before returning to their usual muted blooms, and he holds his hand out for the rum to accept it. "Me?" Scoffing out a laugh, clearly not having anticipated that question even with telepathy, Jack shakes his head. "A fuckin' tired one," he tells her, though obviously that won't give her the answer he thinks she's looking for.
"A spider's mind, probably," he ventures with a shrug, tipping his head back for a healthy pull from the bottle. "It's how it used to feel, when I started out. Had this web cast over everythin', waitin' for somethin' to pluck it in the right place to tell me I'd caught somethin' of interest." Granted, it had also been when the captain had been at his most paranoid. "You, on the other hand, are like a box of fuckin' fireworks."
"A spider's mind, probably," he ventures with a shrug, tipping his head back for a healthy pull from the bottle. "It's how it used to feel, when I started out. Had this web cast over everythin', waitin' for somethin' to pluck it in the right place to tell me I'd caught somethin' of interest." Granted, it had also been when the captain had been at his most paranoid. "You, on the other hand, are like a box of fuckin' fireworks."
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