it's not your fault that you're always wrong
On the contrary - Jack has sensed the oncoming storm that is Remi Taliesin - and the thorny discomfort of his husband - from well across the room, such that he's had ample opportunity to make his escape but has opted not to do so. For what reason likely only makes sense to the captain, but when the Bastion does open the door to the supply room, he'll find Jack doing exactly what he'd been doing all along (before Flora had conveniently dropped by, that is).
Near the back of the room, on one knee before a few boxes of supplies, he's filling an empty crate with a selection of liquor and a few other bits and pieces, hair swept back out of his face and his shirt still fully unbuttoned. "I assume you ain't here for a wine to pair with your food," he drawls as the door clicks open and he feels Remi's shadow drop over him, Jack setting another bottle into the crate.
Then, rising to his feet and gesturing to the shelves - it suits the captain just fine to play dumb right now - Jack gives Remi room to get whatever he must have come to the room to grab. "Have at 'er."
Near the back of the room, on one knee before a few boxes of supplies, he's filling an empty crate with a selection of liquor and a few other bits and pieces, hair swept back out of his face and his shirt still fully unbuttoned. "I assume you ain't here for a wine to pair with your food," he drawls as the door clicks open and he feels Remi's shadow drop over him, Jack setting another bottle into the crate.
Then, rising to his feet and gesturing to the shelves - it suits the captain just fine to play dumb right now - Jack gives Remi room to get whatever he must have come to the room to grab. "Have at 'er."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
