[Training] feelin' fantastic, i'm fuckin' fantastic

JACK

I'm here, Jack might have said pre-emptively, if he thought it would make a difference to Flora's still mostly asleep mind. He's tried in the past without luck though, and so instead he merely turns from the window towards the bed as he senses her sit up, tapping his foot absently against the bottom drawer of his desk where he's been using the leverage to rock his chair in place.

"Hey," he rumbles, the morning sunlight streaming in behind him, his dark hair mussed by sleep and his blue eyes still a touch tired, a little bit elsewhere. "Welcome to another day in paradise." Wryly said, it suggests that they shouldn't have anything to complain or feel unsettled about, which is of course hilarious.

Grimacing as he rolls to his feet, he pads back to his bed to slouch down and back, a gesture that conveniently lands his head in Flora's lap. "I don't s'pose you feel like bein' captain for the day?"

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky