[SE] you'll never know it's coming

there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters

"I already missed you after you stormed off down the beach. This was excessive," Jack quips, not needing to glance down at Flora to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks, even as it appears that she's stopped sobbing into his coat. "Especially since you seem to have driven yourself crazy, rather than me." In a game of spite, they are both seasoned players - and now look at them.

Raising his eyebrows properly to hear her say it so plainly, that she wants to marry him, Jack does manage to stop from blurting out whatever for?, but only just. "If this is your attempt at a proposal, absolutely not. I expect to be wined and dined before you go askin' a question like that," he drawls instead. "We'll talk about it later," he adds, in case she assumes he's brushing the topic off for good.

Stepping back slightly to let her lean up towards him, the Doubletake ends up comfortably draped against his chest, Jack's arms more loosely clasped around her. His eyebrows flinch together ever so slightly at the reminder of the hurt still rubbed raw within him, however much of an unexpected balm her apology presents, and he clears his throat a little. "It's alright. Apology accepted," he mutters, closing the distance between them at last to steal a slow kiss from her lips.