carry your baggage up my street

there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters

"Don't feel too bad for him - he's prob'ly makin' a thousand mistakes as we speak in the name of gettin' over you," Jack drawls. No, he hasn't ever met Koa face to face, but he's met hundreds of hot blooded young men who think their dicks and their hearts are inexorably connected. Not getting what he wanted - or what part of him thought he had a right to - is liable to land him in hotter water now than ever.

But that wasn't the point Flora was making, and Jack lifts a shoulder in a shrug that's just a bit too casual at the confirmation that, yes, he's the one who's been there, now and in the past. Glancing down from the thinning expanse of trees to see her ring, only as she begins to think properly about it does Jack become informed. "I was a little busy," he drawls in his defence - foxes and giants and spiders, oh my - but now that she's drawn his attention, the captain reaches out to grab her hand, examining the new addition.

"Mm, maybe you should get some practice with me," he considers. "And I should meet with him again, find out what he really wants from Torchline." Then he might have an idea about what kind of things he shouldn't know.