JACK
Offering a silent nod and a cheers with his glass as she slides it across to him, Jack takes a long and satisfying sip, relishing the burn of the ginger in his throat before he sets it back down. The cigarette soon replaces the drink between his lips, and he waves the match out once he's able to take a drag. "Mm, no - it's... we can talk now," he says, exhaling the smoke into the air over his shoulder. Dragging an ashtray across the counter and tapping his cigarette against it briefly, he shrugs his shoulders.
"I mean, it's like you kept tellin' me. It would never have worked," he murmurs. "You said it with your thoughts so many times the past few seasons, and then out loud as well on the beach - I should've believed you and walked away, let you do what you needed to do. You were right, I was just..." Being stubborn? Feeling lonely after becoming freshly immortal? A fucking idiot? Take your pick, Flora. "Sorry I put you through that. And... thanks, for everythin' you did for me."
He takes another long drag of the cigarette, following it up with more rum.
"I mean, it's like you kept tellin' me. It would never have worked," he murmurs. "You said it with your thoughts so many times the past few seasons, and then out loud as well on the beach - I should've believed you and walked away, let you do what you needed to do. You were right, I was just..." Being stubborn? Feeling lonely after becoming freshly immortal? A fucking idiot? Take your pick, Flora. "Sorry I put you through that. And... thanks, for everythin' you did for me."
He takes another long drag of the cigarette, following it up with more rum.
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
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