i'd wipe the dirt off your name with the shirt off my back
What to Flora feels like slamming down the shutters around her thoughts likely feels to Jack like someone wrapping a Christmas present in clear plastic wrap. Much as she ties knots and tries to hide what's beneath, she simply doesn't have the skills—especially not in her current state—to keep him from seeing anything. At best she can only hope that he'll understand that the reason she's trying to keep him from seeing the truth is only so that she can take comfort in the lies that the copious amounts of liquor have allowed her to believe thus far.
"Unlocked." Her voice is barely more than a breath against his ear. After all, what’s the point of locking her door if the threats she fears have already broken through the minds of her own family?
And if I can't trust you? The thought slips free before she can rein it in, making her clamp her eyes shut. She feels tears clinging to her lashes as she inhales in jagged fragments, well aware that for everything the two of them have been through, trust isn’t something the captain has ever failed her in before. The realization stings, echoing like an unspoken accusation she suspects he won't receive well, and it has her clutching at him rather desperately. "Please stay."
"Unlocked." Her voice is barely more than a breath against his ear. After all, what’s the point of locking her door if the threats she fears have already broken through the minds of her own family?
And if I can't trust you? The thought slips free before she can rein it in, making her clamp her eyes shut. She feels tears clinging to her lashes as she inhales in jagged fragments, well aware that for everything the two of them have been through, trust isn’t something the captain has ever failed her in before. The realization stings, echoing like an unspoken accusation she suspects he won't receive well, and it has her clutching at him rather desperately. "Please stay."
