i'm not the boy i was before

JACK

"Yes, of course. Torchline's queen is always so selfless," Jack says flatly, though the amusement is written quite clearly across his face. As for his failed attempt to knock her into the water, he can only scoff and raise his hands in defeat at that, stepping back to take a seat on a - yes, a very particular - flat rock to wait for her to be done. "I feel like it's best not to comment on that," he drawls. The reality, of course, is that he doesn't consider Flora stupid at all, and her cunning is beginning to mature into something he can fully respect, but of course he doesn't say that either.

And no, of course he isn't interested in the concern he can feel rippling through her thoughts like a gentle breeze across a still lake, and so her sass is almost appreciated in comparison. "Well," he mutters, leaning his elbows on his knees, "I can only assume - since it was pretty difficult to actually read any thoughts from Safrin - that she's perfectly capable of appearin' in a way that would be most comfortable to anyone, anywhere." Telepaths included, presumably.

Which, of course, meant that she'd blown Jack's mind on purpose, which is both terrifying and something he can deeply understand.

"So I guess it depends on what she wants." Would Jack fuck a goddess? Without a doubt, yes. Would he embarrass himself unnecessarily in the process, though? Yeah, no.

we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!