[SE] we were jet-set, bonnie and clyde

JACK

"Mel is a demigod and Raza is gone," Jack mutters as if that makes it all a moot point; Flora owns the bar now, after all, so it isn't as though she'd come back even if she were still alive. Feeling her bitterness ripple over him like a shower of papercuts against his skin, he bites back the urge to tell her that it's her problem if she doesn't consider him as much of an asshole as he is, and also looks to the bottle of rum. Flora's closest to it, though, so of course Jack can't go reaching for it.

Outrage flashes across his face as she turns the situation back on him, the captain more than happy to verbally spar that particular point when Flora speaks again: You go digging around my mind and then start a fight because of what you find there.

Yeah, that shuts him up.

With his jaw clenched hard enough to make his teeth creak and ice creeping between his fingers, it's a long, long moment of silence that stretches between them before Jack steps toward Flora, his gaze somewhere on the counter to her left. "You're right," he mutters, the words rough and quick as if he has to get them out before his subconscious notices. "I'm sorry."

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!