JACK
"You don't know a damned thing about me," Jack bites back - and if it's true it's because he hasn't told her, hasn't volunteered the information, only revealing details when they are all but pried out from between his fingers. But that is who he is, and for all of Flora's acceptance of it - because even #1 Selfish Asshole Jack Barclay can appreciate that the Doubletake shoulders a crisis like a gods-damned champion - she'd never tried to understand it. To do more than sit pretty and feel feelings and coo over the fireworks his mind could produce in a hidden room in King's End, never knowing how that made her literally one-of-a-kind for him.
Tasting copper and only realising he ought to unclench his jaw when he does, the captain swallows hard and turns away to face Haulani, as if the glimmering city in the distance might hold more answers than everything Flora levels at him. Eventually, in the end, he scoffs out a humourless laugh. "You're right," he says. "We don't understand each other, and this won't ever work. You were right before we kept talkin' about this." He can't do it; can't explain the reasons behind the things he does, the feelings he has, the words he doesn't know how to say.
His version of trying and Flora's self-published love story don't match up, and there's no mashing two puzzle pieces together that don't fit and trying to call it good. "Sorry." Because this, too, had been his attempt at trying, to prolong that inevitable ending, however messy it had ended up being.
Tasting copper and only realising he ought to unclench his jaw when he does, the captain swallows hard and turns away to face Haulani, as if the glimmering city in the distance might hold more answers than everything Flora levels at him. Eventually, in the end, he scoffs out a humourless laugh. "You're right," he says. "We don't understand each other, and this won't ever work. You were right before we kept talkin' about this." He can't do it; can't explain the reasons behind the things he does, the feelings he has, the words he doesn't know how to say.
His version of trying and Flora's self-published love story don't match up, and there's no mashing two puzzle pieces together that don't fit and trying to call it good. "Sorry." Because this, too, had been his attempt at trying, to prolong that inevitable ending, however messy it had ended up being.
believer, believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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