things get messy and the sky feels heavy

JACK

An unhinged one, Jack might have supplied, of what the crew believes about their fight based on Flora's laughter, before she's returning to smooth away what's left of his bruises with the cloth. "Wish I could comment. Couldn't really see his face with the way his arm was crushing my throat." He smirks, shrugging and thinking more about the look on Remi's face when he comes home to find his house has sunk to the bottom of the Arclight.

"Pirates target ships like mine. You know, ships carryin' valuable shit," he tells her stiffly, giving her an elbow to the ribs for good measure, though he doesn't stop her from leaning in and against him. If anything, Jack's arms slip around her waist, his head tilting to the side to allow for the path the cloth in her hands wants to take. "Mm, I reckon I got under his skin a bit. That's enough for now," he mutters.

The hand on his cheek is unexpected, Jack almost pulling away from it before thinking twice, and he huffs out a mirthless laugh. "Nah, I think most people would agree that I'm bad in some form or another," he teases. Wrong, though? He'll happily grind that word away under his heel.

when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends

Code stolen from Queen Sky