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

JACK

"A'right, maybe antsy was the wrong word," Jack says with a roll of his eyes, the captain having only just let down his mental block around Flora only for her to make him thoroughly regret it. "Stabby, maybe? Is that a feelin'?" Certainly there might be sparks of electricity if he found himself waiting for a would-be murderer to stalk into his cabin, but they certainly wouldn't be due to nervousness. Anticipation, perhaps.

Still, if visions of him skittish and highly strung keep the melody of Flora's laughter ringing around the old boxing ring, then for today and today alone, Jack will allow it. "Listen, I didn't say that," he informs her readily on the subject of his being spoiled and whose benefit it might be for, "you did." Letting his own hand tease through the curls at the end of her ponytail while the other considers doing some wandering of its own, he casually turns them for the doorway, evidently done with their training.

"It likely won't surprise you, but any gifts I normally receive are ones I get for myself," he adds. A self-made man, of course Jack isn't used to receiving gifts from others - and nor does he expect them.

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