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

JACK

"Then maybe it's time you get 'em back," Jack suggests quietly, glancing over his shoulder at her as he laces his boots, using the chair behind his desk to assist since things like leaning over are still a bitch at times. "I'm all for callin' 'em bastards and holdin' a grudge, but sometimes you gotta take a winning hand over a clever one." Sighing and rubbing at the back of his neck before straightening up, he scoffs at the flicker of Flora's thoughts.

"How am I s'posed to sit around all day when you wake up terrified every time you sleep?" he asks, as if that's justification all on its own. "I'll drop by the houseboat when we're done and find out." And as for Flora and her skillset, Jack opens the cabin door for her and nods for her to duck out first. "Well I just found out that all the shit I am good for in a fight means fuck all against Pierce. So I guess we're both gonna go figure it out."

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